• Each day, more frightening.
    The hour closes in, and now the pressure's tightening.
    If I had a wish, I'd wish to die.
    There's no one I trust because everyone lies.
    Cuts no longer full fill my needs,
    I'd rather spill it all, just let me bleed.
    Shove the last pill down my throat, hold it there, make me choke.
    There's no more to life than pain