We all have a gun
It's empty when we are born.

As the years click on
With the gun still there.

6 holes huh?
Yet so many possibilities to die.

You dream of life!
Living until your old?
Trying to live forever?

FUCK YOU
Because while your busy living,
I'm busy dying!

A slit of the wrists
A leap off a building
A flood of pills
A gallon of chemicals
A famine of hunger
A wrap of hanging
A splash of poisoning

I'm busy dying!
Everyday!
When no one is watching
I creep into the darkest region of my soul.

Crying.
For someone
Anyone!
To help me
Just help me

For I'm so busy dying that life means nothing to me
And as death means everything
My life dies.