You tell me

I throw insults Say curse words And give nasty looks Suicide has me hooked I imagine the 3 ton steal moving at 70mph Slamming againt my body Blood, flesh and limbs Scattered all over the place Covering each persons face You could never tell on my face That I crave suicide as my fate God never shows up late And I never forget my place Even though I feel like I desperatly need a break Life never taste like a piece of cake But it feels like that time of the month when your friend shows up late Golden gates your so close but God pushes you so far away So I put my half into life and wait for that day Each night I release the tention from the day and pray Waiting for God to wake me the next day To devour any issue and/or pain that awaits.