suicidal tendencies

 
the cunt in me would love to not care anymore
slit my wrists and bleed every last traitorous feeling from me
suicidal tendencies scream at the betrayal of my continued existence
sometimes I would like everything to just fade to black

damn these voices in my head
I wish they would shut the fuck up
they call me a coward...gutless

really I don't want to die
that's why I hang on to a life
that's trying so hard to buck me

I hate my feelings so I numb them
then comes an emptiness I can bearly describe
so very hollow and void

my emotions echo their loneliness
hoping to hear something back from deep inside me
only to receive nothing...my feelings have flatlined

there is a deep-seated need in me I try to fill with vice
it claws at me daily for more sustenance
feed me, bitch, more or give me your death

suicidal cunt who needs to grow a pair
and stop whining about things as they are
it takes balls to face this life
harden the fuck up or end it

so I pervert my feelings and get tough
these bastards are mine
time to feel what they're on about

I've got one chance now to do or die
I haven't given up and slit my wrists
so with a battle cry, I scream
I'm not dead yet bitch deal with it