Dead
Every day is hard when somebody's messing with your head and you are kind of worried and concerned about your mental health You listen to your dad shouting, cursing with rage That's when you wish you were gone, That's when you wish you were Dead. No money, No love is enough to satisfy commence Long nights with you and your deep thought and it's hard to come to your sense Is it just anxiousness or I can't control my head? It's that time again where I hope I was Dead. Each time I go through these kind of thought I think about the lives that we've lost I'm a disappointment I know and it's making me insane. I wish that I could stop breathing at once, now and then. Just cut me up and take what's left got no soul to preach, no life to save. but He came up close to offer himself we almost met once His name is Death How many liters of tears I need to flow? How much more? I need to learn and grow? How much heartless do I ne...