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 need to grow? 

How many days ahead? I need to know.

This dread of heart I went out to seek,
Must be dark, icy bleak.
This life of mine seems to run,
I wish I could just cut its feet.

You might think I'm a crazy bitch,
Ungrateful one, A piece of shit.
Wishing things like meeting death,
I just wish peace within.

#Dead
#Death
#2017                                                                                                                    
#Kriti