When I die don’t come to my funeral
same fake shit
fake tears just to prove something
but they don’t know you couldn’t stand me.
I was alive and didn’t feel the love
now I’m gone and can’t feel the love
gave so much of my soul away I wonder if I’m soulless
or damaged from all the scaring,
healing every now and again was torture to my being
but you wouldn’t know that because pride got the best of me.
I’d rather face my demons alone
it’s hurting me not you so let me feel this all the way through
it might stop,
it might not.
Pain has become my comfort
I let it travel through me
just so I can hear my heart beat faster and faster and faster till it gives up on me,
my mind thinks too much
and my heart lets me live
my mind doesn’t want this
but my heart is so eager to keep the blood pumping.
I don’t want to wake up
but it’s inevitable,
I sigh when I see the light
another day in fake hell
low frequency, low energy
it’s all catching up to me.
When I die please don’t cry for me
we had all the time in the world we just didn’t know when it’ll all come to an end.
The voices in my head are the enemy,
the enemy is inside of me
the voices in my head are part of me.