Your Awful Toll

You keep telling it’ll get better tomorrow

Tomorrow comes, you acting like a ventriloquist doll

Acting as if everything is okay, ignoring my sorrow

Your lies, bullshit and ignorance, it takes an awful toll

Just let me go, I am begging you please

Give me a sharp knife and shut the door

I will take my stupid life with ease

Laying on the floor, I will be no more

My wrists are slashed, I am laughing at you

whilst I’m bleeding out, tricking out of life

Covered in blood. There is nothing new,

slowly dying holding the bloody knife