Suicide's coming

I've been feeling sick Man, I got a sick stomach Fisted in my gut Now I feel my nose running Eyes dripped dry Why the devil So cunning? Feeling like death Suicide's coming I don't even wanna be living in this life I don't even wanna be living it's just strife I've been doing everything for everyone Except for myself Gotta check on myself Gotta I got holes in my heart I got holes in my heart You ain't wanna see me when I'm sitting In the dark I ain't wanna see me when I'm sitting In the dark Mind like a fiend Steady ripping me apart I don't know How to defeat it I don't know Why I'm depleted I don't know I feel Like I ain't feeling anything On the daily I've been feeling so I've been feeling so Thought I was done Can't feel my eyes While I stare at the sun Can't feel my face When I look at the gun Thinking bout death For a month Feeling like death For a month I've been upset For a month I've been so stressed For a month I've been so