The Way I See It

Taking a deep breath and jumping off the ledge

or cutting my wrists with a straightedge

seemed to be the only way out

Thats just the way I saw it


Suicidal tendencies cured by a make believe afterlife

wrapped up in my hopes of an eternal life

Far away from here where I wont have to feel alive

Being what I wished to be

life being just the way I wanted it


Anxiety and depression are my best friend  

helping me seeing life through clouded lens

We all die and are forgoten someday

A happy life is just a  horrible cliche

theres no such thing as a good day

Thats just the way I see it








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