The dark beauti
That's death
My last breath
I can't wait to take
It may be today
It may be was yesterday
When you told me I'd be okay
But every time you lie
It makes me wanna die
I trusted you
I still do
But maybe I need to view a new you
The one that leaves me confused
At 3 am
Wondering
If you still enjoy my company
It's been thundering inside of my head
But instead I said I'd rather be dead
The dark beauti of being gone
I wouldn't have to feel a thing
Feelings wouldn't be forced onto me
Because right now that seems to be
The best idea I currently have
There's that recovery though
But just you do you I'm below that ratio
Of the ones who will most likely overcome this
I was told all I can do is learn to cope
But I wish I could get an envelope
Maybe with some dope
But nope
I live with the pain every single day
I live with the pounding thoughts and torments of myself to take a blade to oneself
Not sure how much longer I can go
I haven't a purpose you know
To keep fighting
So maybe I'll put it in writing
One day
That I wasn't strong enough
For all this rough stuff
A suicide note
I don't promote but I need an antidote
That will overcoat what I wrote
Right here and now
And that
Is the dark beauti that lays inside my head
