The Death of Me I wish that today I would fucking die. Put my tears to flames, so that I would never cry. No more heartbreak, no more lies. No more giving up, no more tries. A call from my maker. Master and creator. A death from above. A death by love. No more hugs. No more of these stupid drugs. Betrayed by love. Welcomed to hate. I wish that Jesus would take my life away, to wipe this guilt from off of my plate. Cut my wrist to the bone and laugh as I bleed. Feel the adrenaline rush, the only true thing that I need. Take some pills in the kitchen, watch and then hope. With the amount the anger I have, there's no way I can cope. Maybe put a gun to my head. There's no more words left. Nothing else to be said. Feel the pain that I feel? Now do you believe this is real? I wish people could search inside my head and visualize what I see. That this was never a rebirth, Just the fucking the death of me.