This Is Going To Hurt

The future can't come sooner,

In the past I'm trapped inside.

Moment after moment,

Frequent thoughts of suicide.

Warning, this is not a test.

Please, hear me.

"We gather to bow our heads"

Stick to the script.

This might not be what you want,

But this thing is dead.

I made my bed, so i can lie in it.

I dug my grave, so let me die in it.

End me, I'm begging.