- IF I SHALL, LET ME DIE -

is this my time, could this be my last rhyme?

i'm afraid of committing suicide, but not afraid to die.

i've become numb inside, i've forgotten how to cry.

no one knows how i truely feel about myself, no one knows the current state of my mental health.

no one knows how i really feel about myself, i act without thinking i am way beyond help.

i've helped everyone else, but i can't even love myself.

i don't know what happened.

i can't even remember, my innocence has become dismembered.

at times i don't want to live, i question what am i living for.

i'm tired of this life, i can't take this anymore.

i am such a mess, a victim of my own stress.

nothing but a freak show.

putting cuts on my arm, a victim of self-harm,

but i am the criminal to others' harm.

let me make this last wish, release these people of my garbage.

i can' take this anymore, let me die here on the floor.