Like Knives - City and Colour
And the thoughts they come like the rain. When a big storm comes and it rains for weeks. I'm ready for rain. To wash off all the parts of who I used to be. Who I no longer want to call myself. I want to be stronger but I am so convinced that I can't be... and fuck... I just want to end it because what the fuck is the point? Everything I want in life ... I keep getting set back ten steps for every three I take... It's too hard... it's not worth it... I'm not worth it. I want to kill myself. I have enough pills now to pull it off. I truly hope that tomorrow makes my life worth living. I believe some miracle will happen to save me. I have to believe this... God hasn't let me down so far... right?
