Scattered in pieces laying on the floor bleeding was myself.
I was begging myself to live.
I tried draining the pain out of me,Little i didnt know i was comforting a stone.
I still want to breath.

I dont want to die I just want peace.
I dont want to dig my own grave and be remembered as A murder who took me.
I still have a long journey with dreams.
I still have to choose those streams.

Depression still kicks in time for bed.
Its like a horror movie repeating itself.
Those pills i drank were meant for peace.
Graveyard will be a proof I once lived.
Im scared of dying without a purpose.