My continued existence is worse than death Yet I still live on Trying to force apathy upon myself To replace my depression with numbness
I tell myself that it’s worked That I don’t feel anything anymore But deep down, I know that I’ll never Be anything resembling “positive” Life is my coffin And it’s time to shut the lid
One final action And this will all end
I can't fight the inevitable So I embrace it
Embrace suicide I want to die alone and cold, And hating myself for every moment of hope that I ever had