Machine Gun

Break my heart I expect you too. Not sure if I could live with that.
Although, I'd pick up the pieces and move on with my life like I always have.
Now each bridge I get too burn, I pretty much torch them.

As soon as I get them I walk over them afew times over and over then
I finally get tired first and torch the motherfuckers. Whilst screaming Burn, Baby Burn.
All I see is smoke and ash.

You do not know what it's like living in my head.
You do not know what it's like to want to kill yourself, until you do watch your mouth.
You do not know what it's like to know how you want to end your life.
You do not know what it's like living the lies in my head.

"You'll get better you have to fight"
"You don't deserve what you have"
"You are not fixable"
These relive inside my head over and over they make me feel more and more tempted.
Is that a threat? no, more like a promise to myself.

You do not know what it's like to be me.
I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
This is not a pity poem. It's a complete thought process