Cough

Waking up staring down a gun barrel

The hatred is filling the lunga of a drowning baby

I want to murder an destroy everything in my way

Most of all myself

Have you ever woken up staring down a gun barrel?

I wonder exactly how long it will take

Before somebody even notices I'm gone

But I'm done with my thoughts

I'm done with your actions

I'm done with these feelings

I'm done with what I see

If I cough one more time, I'll slit my fucking throat

If you say a damn word, I will choke