They tear me down to skin and bone.

Everyone tells me, "they have to be overthrown."

This isn't a game, I am not a toon.

I can't take a blanket and hide under it.

No matter where you hide, it feels like you die.

It's a shatter. 

They tell you, "It would be better if you slammed into the rail."

Suicide, leave the letter.

Do not breathe.

Let me take your last breath to the grave, darling.

Say goodbye.