Twelve days of Suicide Mas, demons knockin’ at the door
Stackin’ gifts nobody asked for, leavin’ souls feelin’ torn
But on the twelfth day I flipped the script, chose life once more
If you strugglin’, don’t go solo—call for help, open that door
Verse
On day one of Suicide Mas my demons gave to me
A noose swingin’ from that pear tree, whisperin’ “come set yourself free”
Day two, two razor blades, glintin’ like false relief
Cuttin’ through the pain but only multiplyin’ the grief
Day three, three bottles of pills, easy swallow, quick escape
Numb the ache for a minute but the low come back and it reshape
Day four, four feet of rope, another knot to tie
Tryna close loose ends but that ain’t how you say goodbye
Day five, five golden bullets, loaded steel by the bed
One pull of the trigger but what about the life you ain’t lived yet?
Day six, six plans for jumpin’, bridges callin’ from the heights
Fallin’ feel like freedom till you realize it’s just endin’ fights
Day seven, seven goodbye letters, ink runnin’ red on the page
Sorrys that never land, just addin’ to the rage
Day eight, eight ignored cries, messages lost in the wind
Phone ringin’ in silence, where do the broken hearts begin?
Day nine, nine sleepless nights, demons dancin’ in my brain
Overthinkin’ every moment, drivin’ me insane
Day ten, ten bridges burned, pushed the real ones to the side
Isolation’s a slow killer, but I can still turn the tide
Day eleven, eleven times I screamed inside my soul
“Somebody please hear me!” but I was playin’ the role
Day twelve, twelve days of darkness, but here’s the real twist
I chose to fight back, put them demons on the list
Called 988, real talk on the line
Got the support I needed, now I’m claimin’ what’s mine
Turned Suicide Mas into a story of survival
The realest gift is breathin’, that’s the ultimate revival
Twelve days of Suicide Mas, but the final gift is hope
Twelve reasons to keep goin’, twelve new ways to cope
You got people who love you, even when it feelin’ cold
Reach out, get help, write a new chapter, that’s gold
Professional bars with a message from the heart
Stay strong, keep pushin’—that’s the realest art
There it is, fam. Dark subject, handled with respect, flow intact, and a clear exit ramp to the light. If this track resonated, if it made you feel seen, that’s the point—but the next move is yours: talk to somebody. Life got layers, and the holiday season don’t gotta be the end of the story. You got this. Drop a bar back if you need more, or just know the mic stay open for real conversations. Peace, love, and forward motion. 988. Always.
Stay professional out there.
Gwamp4
