A Coward to Scuicide – My Lord

I don’t know

Knowing, I know not

God, god, god

If only you knew

What traumas

I , I , I

Trauma Burst,

my blood burning,

My blood dropping

I’m dying

Peace, peace peace
Fuck

You could’ve stopped this

Fuck I I could’ve

My,

Why

Why should I have to live like
20 this year Hell

.Don’t you ever think you can fathom this hell

Don’t you ever

I dare you
I dare you

I dare you

Scuicide your first option

I swear

I swear It doesn’t make you stronger to live

It makes me a coward.

This hell

Have a cutlet

Have a piece

Take a joint

See how you will manage

Ruined minds

Molested skin

Dry tears

Screams

Abuse

Save me.

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