Death Be Rest
I conceal my face and head
praying i was dead
I struggled to forget
But my heart would not let
I wasted my convincing
That you were real
I stopped praying
I'm now shattered down
Sitting on the ground
I once thought life would go on
But it all turned out wrong
I decided to give it a last shot
Only it wasn't worth the fought
I now have a gun and knife
Deciding if i should take my life
I slash my wrists
And shoot my head
My body falls to the floor
I now lay in a puddle of blood
Forever put to rest
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