People suffer from death at heart
Gods still contribute to this existence that already cannot live properly
Blackness violates the razor in my trembling right hand and I indulge in self-abuse
My brain remembers the feelings, sounds evoke the past
I wake up in a white room again
Screams pour from my open wounds and for a time evoke relief
I relize the dread of taking the first step
KILLING ME
You are
KILLING ME
Why is it so painful?
KILLING ME
I'd rather die
KILLING ME
Kill me
Before I end up drowning
There are too many black shadows for me to live properly
Why am I alive?
Why are we alive?
KILLING ME
On that day
KILLING ME
I want to disappear so badly that i attempt to suicide many times
KILLING ME
Tell me
KILLING ME
Even now, I’m afraid of the feeling of being alive
KILL ME
KILL ME NOW
Tell me that it’s okay to live
KILL ME
KILL ME NOW
Clinging to the past… “KILLING ME”