I try to do these things I work with hurt and pain but that's okay because those are my two main it hits me hard as it settles in my brain life is a joke and everything's a game it's funny because all this shit is the same I'm feeling needy as I'm the one to blame Bury Me a hole and call it my grave as I lay in it with fear and shame to know I'm the one who ruined everything now did I fucked up do I not make you proud in that case maybe I should just slit my throat or hang myself and let me choke should I put that on my to do list if you were paying attention you already would of new this as I went to my own mom's funeral that created pain that I try to swallow but no as it ate me alive as I sat they're in my dark room and I cried every night try to make people proud but no people wondering why I do this shit that I do I'm like fuck it I'm through as I tie a slip knot to my roof my last words were I'm sorry that i didn't make you proud as i scream it out loud as I jump off as it Titans my throat can't breathe so I choked as I count to three and let everything go