Suicidal Thoughts

The doors of my mind expand They caress the pleasure of humiliating me More than once I have felt nothing Supported by false human moral That have destroyed my idea of living Hating myself in front of the old mirror in my room I need to make this decision That day after day lives in my head And it does not let me rest I hate being a weak being Why can not I just kill myself? That all this garbage ends already I hate myself and I do not serve to walk in this world I have not been blessed I curse being sired It was so easy to ask a doctor to cut me into pieces That way I would not have to mutilate my arms Causing me that pain that does not relieve me What springs from my veins is only blood But I really wish that my life would sprout And so definitely this shit ends I want to be strong!!! Throw me to the subway lines And that my body is cut into two pieces !!! Commit suicide on Sunday afternoon !!!!