On Thin Ice

I wish it was all dead and buried I sleep so i cannot think but my dreams always catch up with me filled with all of these bad memories every day has become a struggle and i despise what i have become all these battles with myself and i still havent won I'm watching my life slip away I'm watching my life slip away Razors at my wrist, gun to my head i know that i am better off dead all is fucking lost there is no hope my will to live a fucking joke on a search for solid ground it seems there is none around thin ice is all that i have found so im breaking through and ill watch myself drown strike me down strike me down motherfucker strike me down strike me fucking down