It's not
What is blood if not for shedding
The concept of death is looking pretty welcoming
Plead for a better life
The better life is not where I'm heading
A afterlife that isn't guaranteed
Could end all my suffering f*ck that's what I need
A way out
Away from all the bullshit
Whether it's blood spilled from my wrists
Or pills downed like my sis
RIP
No relation just a real good friend
Her name is Oxymoron and I'll see her in the end
It's nothing but blackness in the end
In heaven there is no room for the dead
It's not
Why because you told me so
I should relax because you told me too
What about my grandma woo
Haven't seen her in a couple years
I'll just drink my pain away and consume all my fears