I awake to the sting each day
Only to see these days waste away
The thought of dying alone
Is just as solitary as I
Fear, depression, anxiety
Just a few old friends of mine
They are the voices in my head
That feed the existential dread
No reason, no purpose
It's hard to maintain life on the outside
Without a fucking stir on the inside
No reason, no fucking purpose
So goddamn useless
Sick and tired, callous
I await my sweet release
Suffocate me
What better way to get off
than with your hands around my throat?
Tighten the grip, one last fucking breath
Cut the ties that bound me to the sound