I'm better off dead, cause I'm stuck laying in my bed, poppin' so many meds, I had a vision i shot lead right through my head, but i won't listen to these thoughts. Yet I just wanna die, I've been like this before the age of 9, i remember all my past attemps, and where i got sent, but now i don't even care about the future and what's next, maybe i should send a text to my ex, but everything ends for a reason, sometimes i choke myself out till i stop breathin', depression attacks but I'm not leavin', lovin' cuttin' my wrists, just to see the blood start seepin', thoughts creepin' me out, I'm back in town, so imma hop on a pound, not makin' a sound, because the devil is around, locking me up in these chains of being insane, so let's pop another seroquil, yeah word, but i will, cop another pill, and nah not cause it fills me with thrill but because it's make me chill, Been years since i wrote a suicide letter, yet I'm still here not feelin' any fuckin' better, maybe i should let her kill me, can y'all fill me? Can someone hill me, I really wanna put that stainless crome to my dome and blow till I'm brainless, till I'm painless, But shit life throws shade, i cannot take, so i get dependent on my blade, on i also got dependent on meds, cause i wanted my life to end; or so i thought, but then i took a couple shots, and i realized i just want the pain to ease, life with ease, hopin' for peace in my mind, so maybe i don't really wanna die, but sometimes, i wanna grab the nine, and pull the trigga, cause i still miss ha, but i should've listan, to my sister, she ain't the one, just enjoy it right now cause one day it'll be done, relationships are all fun, and games, until one speaks out your name, it's a shame, but there's plenty, many of reasons, just learn to love, don't kill yourself or anything of the such, even though life feels like too much, i must clutch, and rise, for i cannot fall to my demise,