GothBoiKing

Giving Up

GothBoiKing
Giving Up

30 Plays

03 May 2020

Too much blood in my nicotine system Not enough drugs to cure all of my symptoms Not enough therapists for all of my issues Cry a lot of tears use a whole box of tissues Yuh I'm trying to kill myself Dig a blade in my veins all the way to my brains and I need help To escape from a world that I don't belong in Sipping that booze yeah an alcoholic Only way for me to cope with all this Honestly It's making me exhausted Yuh Carrying the weight of this world in my pocket Anxiety is taking off like a rocket Losing this fight, yeah I can't stop it Catch me hanging out with a noose in my closet Yuh All my life feeling like I don't belong My life's on the line and my sanity's gone Say I'm doin fine but it's going all wrong Yuh Finally I'm getting sick of this In the car hit the gas drive it straight into a ditch There are scars on my heart that can't be stitched I don't wanna die just wanna not exist Yuh Go into my room and shut the door Make marks on my wrist I can't ignore Blood starts drippin down to the floor Throw my blade back into the drawer Depression's getting the best of me Head keeps saying I'm dead to me I cannot breathe just let me be I've given it my everything

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4 years ago

good shit

4 years ago

Too much blood in my nicotine system Not enough drugs to cure all of my symptoms Not enough therapists for all of my issues Cry a lot of tears use a whole box of tissues Yuh I'm trying to kill myself Dig a blade in my veins all the way to my brains and I need help To escape from a world that I don't belong in Sipping that booze yeah an alcoholic Only way for me to cope with all this Honestly It's making me exhausted Yuh Carrying the weight of this world in my pocket Anxiety is taking off like a rocket Losing this fight, yeah I can't stop it Catch me hanging out with a noose in my closet Yuh All my life feeling like I don't belong My life's on the line and my sanity's gone Say I'm doin fine but it's going all wrong Yuh Finally I'm getting sick of this In the car hit the gas drive it straight into a ditch There are scars on my heart that can't be stitched I don't wanna die just wanna not exist Yuh Go into my room and shut the door Make marks on my wrist I can't ignore Blood starts drippin down to the floor Throw my blade back into the drawer Depression's getting the best of me Head keeps saying I'm dead to me I cannot breathe just let me be I've given it my everything

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