When I was a teenager
I should’ve been on intervention
I’ll drown the lump in my stomach
‘till I’m puking vodka, suffocating
but trying to die on purpose
requires way too much motivation
When I do go, I know
I won’t ever see a heaven
I’ve loved you for longer
than your name could be mentioned
can’t digest the simple fact
you live outside of my existence
So I went back to killing brain cells,
in the process, bringing down brethren,
Went back to anger from hell
in the process of my revenges.