Slit

I'm going to slit my throat with a silver knife

Because nothing feels right

The more I bleed, the more I succeed

I see my visions far away, often I stray

My thoughts are gray, my days are nights

My nights are cold, the afterlife is where I'd like to go

I'd like to uphold my promise to you, before I kill myself

This whole world feels like hell

Can you really help? I highly doubt it

I did some things that I'm not proud of

me I try to keep a friendly face

This knife will fill the empty space

I don't want no breath left in me

Life is hard but death seems easy

Forget about what I'm destined to be-


























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