Burial Plot Soliloquy

It took my life And I finished off with a knife Slice through vein and bone What a day it is already I can't wait to fucking cry I look forward to the sorrow Maybe I'll get lucky And I fucking stop breathing. Heart finally cawing in What a not so fortune circumstance I've had a great time in the sorrow Thirty years of pain I'm not tinging in the rain. Lat my site face cut With the sorrow for cadence Crescendo to finally To imploding, exploding Brain matter all over the walls A hop skip and a jump away From funeral planning "Looks good down hare Sis foot A nice place to reside forever The next forecast "Fake, with a chance of abandonment issues I never wanted to live Didn't ask to exist Now I'm here waiting tum to rot into a hill of my choosing Suicide, set the trip up You made your hollow point You made your hollow point rounds Around the clock Hour missed deep end Perfect You made your hollow point Made your hollow point rounds It's all a plot Ain't holding me How much weight can one carry! An entire life of embarrassment An entire life of mockery Revived and bloody our encounters Share this pitiful commodity Until the use is up Should have put it back I never belonged "One day some depressed child Who lives in pain everyday Find this one day But he will grow to be depressed: Just as I was And it'll be too late By the time the message hits I was wrong There's no point in their evidence Est all of your feelings On today's menu Last breath Blood soaked carpet Take a gander Lived in a miserable life Maybe you can see the traces In his blood I wrote my last message You don't have to respond It's okay baby