Everyday is a battle I hate to fight I yearn for death never see morning light If I slashed my wrist just to feel the rush would my actions make you blush Dont hate my actions they are mine to choose never question a man till you've walked in his shoes If I dangled from my doorway would you cry miss those moments together mourn the day I die in my absence youre better off now Im gone Ive tasted death on my lips and the pain it brought on I love you all but this was my mistake Only I could have done it, ity was mine to make The day death knocked gently on my door The day my body lie cold on the floor My blood turn black my soul turn gray The moment I tried to live was that very day.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this the day my soon to be wife left me, and I was thinking about life and how difficult it can be sometimes. At certain points it seems that death is actually a nice prospect and I just wanted to express that I felt that way at one time
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