a ballad of the lost

i'm done
i think this was the final straw
this was progress?
i can't live a day without the craving
of getting so ripped out of my mind
your fucking abuse
and your fucking words
can't i just die?
 i want to kill this pain
one word is all it take
how about you pull the trigger?
let the newspapers speak of honored suicide
by the hand of another
cant you kill me?
what wonders the blade may hold
shall i pluck out evey stitch?
and let the blood drain
into this puddle at me feet
i want to know the torment i bring
the world weighted upon my shoulders
will you crush me?
end this suffering
with the ballad of a gunshot
and fire in the air
i want to breathe in all this water
let air escape my head
and fall onto the spike
in the lonely hours of death
can't you kill me?
what wonders the blade may hold
shall i pluck out every stitch?
and let the blood drain
into this puddle at my feet
i want to know the torment i bring
with the world waited on my shoulder
let it crush me into dust
fell this anguish
and know the please in killing
feel the rush