Suicidal Thoughts

[Verse 1]
Suicidal thoughts keep making their way to my brain
And there’s lots, a damn tidal wave of pain
That I constantly feel; I’m trying to sustain
My mental state, but it won’t heal; I might be insane
My self-esteem is so low, there’s no repairing it
My depression is extreme, and I’m declaring it
The only way I can blow off steam is if I’m sharing it
I just wanna scream and shout, so I guess I’m wearing it
On my fuckin’ sleeve, I wanna end my life
And take a permanent leave, and go on a date with a knife
And just end it all, I mean who even cares about me?
And I don’t think you can have faith, ‘cause even I doubt me
Yeah, I guess you can say that I despise myself
But I mean, everyone knows that, so why disguise myself?
Why try at life, when I’d rather have a rope
Tied around my fuckin’ neck? There’s no fuckin’ hope
I’m a disappointment to everyone that knows me personally
I’m never full of enjoyment, and I believe I’m terminally
Ill with this mental illness that constantly fucks me over
And I want to stay forever alone, like the Mars Rover

[Verse 2]
I’m sick of motherfuckers constantly bothering me
And asking me what’s wrong; can’t you please just leave me be?
If I wanted to talk about it, trust me, I fuckin’ would
But I don’t want to, even though I know I prolly should
I don’t need a therapist, that title belongs to the notepad
That I write on, it’s vital, yet I feel like a nomad
I wanna fucking kill myself, but honestly, I’m too pussy
To actually go through with it, though people are fucking pushy