Trapped in my mind

Only time I feel love
Is when I'm in pain,

Forever tired of feeling the same,

Feeling pain just to hold on
To this harsh world we live in,

Far to deep
Hell isn't the last stop to begin with,

Tell me when this shit is going to end
Under the assumption love is dead,

Gun fires inside my head
I'm nauseous
For my heart is thrown away,

Now the fact that I'm alone is fucking comforting,

She's now probably dancing on my grave inside my head,

Got no choice but to carry on instead,

Waiting on death with a smile on my face
While Gripping this Glock with my right hand,

Listing all my regrets in life
Tripped up by things I can't change,

Suicidal,
However I'm still here
Just more insane




~grim~