there's a few bottles of pills on the shelf,
would it taste good if i ate them all?
why do i even hate myself?
why do i want myself to fall?

maybe its because i dont understand;
why we're here, why am i here?
about my fear, what do i fear?
what i hear, what do i hear?

i'm here to suffer and bleed,
i fear my future long lived "life",
i hear the reasons again and again,
its the truth my brain wants me to know,

like i cannot even grow,
or else at least i do, but slow,
there's a few bottle of pills on the floor,
maybe i should go buy some more...