Antisocial

All these voices in my head wishing me i was dead might as well fill up me up with fucking lead cant get them outta ny head the good side bad side does it fucking matter what side i fill like im getting hit on the curbside moma told me thats it's going be alright yeah right fill like my head is turning left and right feel like ima get knocked out like a light cant do anything right anxiety try to push over edge contemplating if I should be dead Paint the room red im losing my mind im just trying to do this for mankind