Off The Deep End

Sometimes I really wanna die to get away, up out this world Hate myself and hate this shit, I had enough of all this hurt Want to ruin everything I see, I'm not in the mood for the shit that I'm dealing with Shit get under my skin so quick, I'm sick and acting so recklessly Living my life on edge unsurprisingly getting so close to death I can feel it calling me, creeping all over me as I rest Evil spirits fill the air surrounding me, now I'm in despair Whispering in me to end this shit once and for all to clear my head I'm exhausted, hallucinating objects Moving around me in their own Wish I lived alone, cause I don't feel at home And I'm always tripping At the peak of every open door I see a dark figure Staring at me while I'm smoking on crushed pain killers Can't feel my body Constantly thinking about hanging myself in the lobby Or maybe I should try, so that everyone can see the corpse Once they open up the door to my apartment To see that I have departed