Mark Me

This life has always tasted so bitter
The leaves on the tree grow and quickly wither
I just wish death would come quicker
I would do it myself if it wouldn't mark me as a quitter
Blood loss would make me much fitter
I would do it myself if it didn't mark me as a wrist slitter
Faces of the snakes haunt me as they slither
I would kill them myself if it wouldn't mark me as a killer
I'm always so concerned with what others think
It brings me to the brink
So full of anger always missing the link
I'm the Titanic watch me as I sink