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suicidal?!

What the fuck am I writing this for

(Phone call)

"Now now, therapy will help you my dear!

It will close one door

and open another my dear!"

"(Do you ever...ever.... think of--)

""

Do you ever think about suicide?

(Phone call end)

(Baby, look into my eyes)

I will count my days until one day

I will take you with me

I will take you with me

Look what you've done

blaming it all on me

Now I am the bad one

My body hurts,

my brain is shutting down,

Grab the knife,

pierce a hole trough my chest,

I wonder what is inside???

''It will be a mess''

What the fuck am I living for?!