HERE

I never no if ill be all right
i never know if ill make threw the night
constant thoughts of bloody murder
wishing to leave this fucking world
feelins suppressed to try and hang on
madness im fearing its got seem
uncany and insane that im still breathing
razors slicing in my dreams
to close to realty it seems
or to close it wants to be
i run i hide i fly to forget my constant thoughts
of wanting to DIE to live no longer
i want to be gone from my right state of mind
cose my thughts are trying to engulf me
in each moment i breath i feel it needs to be my last
but ive held on and survived for that one last string
wich i feel will be cut from me soon
wether by the stran ive put on it
or cut by blade wicherver
it may be but the blade will always find me
to live is to want to die
at most times to die seems total bliss
but those few moments of holding that string seems
to me to be the only thing there is left for me
Buy for now the string is attached
for now i am fine