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I’ll go where all the bad things go to die

The things trapped inside your head you’ll never say out loud

How did it feel to never wake up?

Torture

I’m the anger that you bottle up

When will it stop

3 years of torture

Torturing myself

No one cares

Skip the fucking song

No one wants to hear this

This shit is ugly

This shit hurts

And I’m ugly

And I hurt

I hurt all the time

And now I just want it

It’s like I’m chasing a low point where nothing matters.

Who is going to remember

Please just make it stop

I’m ready, it’s my turn.

Just let me fucking die

I’ve had my time

It’s the same shit every day for years

I spend most of my time

Wallowing

Wondering

Why I suffer for crimes that aren’t mine

Heaven is empty and cold