this cold knife brings a warm thought, to end my life this isn’t store bought, like the rest of the shit you hear, the eternal fear, im like a dear, just standing here, in your head lights, please turn down your brights, so i can look you in the eye, as i quickly die, so please let out one cry, if you ever gave a care, but hold it in if you dont dare, to admit, that you gave a shit, about a peace of shit, i will get lit, and light my brain, i thought this would help but i see im still insane, and all this pain, it is engrained, in my mind, i want to find, happieness for a time, because this isn’t sublime, just makes me climb, to the top, with butter fingers so i drop, and feel the impact, breathing deep i feel a lack, of common sence, or any at all, jesus christ how far did i fall. I look down, to see a frown, only on a few faces, memories bringing tears only to a few places, but who could face this? who could do me this favor, because this act i do not savor, so i ask for a waiver, a pass, but im talking out my ass, for i am my mind races too fast, and by tommorrow this will all be the past.