As I see it, life has no meaning.
I wanted my thoughts to drown,
But instead my thighs are bleeding.
The more I try, the more I resent.
Is pain the only way I know to vent?
So I drank a bottle of cough syrup a half hour ago,
Maybe to dull the pain, I don't know.
And now I lay on my bed, in my hand a knife.
How long will this continue? Until I take my life...