I throw insults
Say curse words
And give nasty looks
Suicide has me hooked
I imagine the 3 ton steal moving at 70mph
Slamming againt my body
Blood, flesh and limbs
Scattered all over the place
Covering each persons face
You could never tell on my face
That I crave suicide as my fate
God never shows up late
And I never forget my place
Even though I feel like I desperatly need a break
Life never taste like a piece of cake
But it feels like that time of the month when your friend shows up late
Golden gates your so close but God pushes you so far away
So I put my half into life and wait for that day
Each night I release the tention from the day and pray
Waiting for God to wake me the next day
To devour any issue and/or pain that awaits.