Unexpectedly, you wake up one day
and realize that you haven't even slept.
You realize that you were bleeding blue
and smoking the cigarettes all night.
It's morning now and sunshine seems
suffocating as it has always been.
Nothing has changed from the last
few years. Same senseless feelings
and thoughts of death are swirling
around your sanity. But you ain’t sane.
Can you feel the melancholy rushing
through your veins, can you feel your
limbs are frozen like hell and you are
high by the overdosage of sleeping
pills along with the shot of depression.
Anxiety, your friend, knocks at your door,
and you can't do anything but open it.
Come on, get up now and deal with all
this shit. It's only you who have made it
and now you have to handle this all alone.
Cry, bleed, scream and die everyday.
Because darling death is worth dying for.