Make two fists. Slit my wrists. Feeling lost in a wreck. Slash my neck. Free me from suffering. My life, I give as offering. End me. Free me. For life has no meaning. Light has ceased beaming. Where is God? I am null and void. I don't belong. I sing this sad song. So I make two fists, Slit my wrists. Into the darkness I drift. With my heart at a rift. Should I live? Or should I die? So, I make two fists. Imagine I've slit my wrists. Nothing makes any sense. The world is dense. I wish someone would slit my wrists. While I make two fists. It's not death I fear. It's living, constantly in fear.