My Life is Depleted

My soul is wearing away
Every passing day
You can laugh and tease
If it will please

Cutting away at my wrist
Makes me wish
That I was dead
Thinking that the end will come soon
On a full moon

All these disasterly events
Led me to the tents
Tents of the ghastly ghosts
They terrified me the most

When times were bad
I was suicidally sad
Those thoughts were killing me
As you can see inside of me

Slitting my throat
Made you grab a coat
To soak up the blood
That you imagined it as mud

Passed out in a parking lot
The night being chaotic
Making it seem psychotic