Starring at my food but I can not eat it,
Laying in my bed but I am not sleeping,
Crying in my room and I keep it top secret,
Because people tell me they care but they do not mean it.
I’m cut open, even thought I am not bleeding.
My heart’s broken, so Imma make it stop beating.
Someone runs in the room and screams,
“He’s not breathing!”
I’m rushed to the hospital to have a Doc treat it,
But he cannot beat it, there`s no time at all,
Cause I just popped some pills with some Tylenol,
And 3 bottles of antidepressants, and Zam Booka,
40 ounces, got killed I didn’t puke up anything.
There’s no use in pumping my stomach,
Cause I’ll just do it again,
I’m a lost cause so fuck it.
Everyone with grudges towards me,
Is gonna love this.
The smiles on their faces when my death goes public.
Cause I’m killing myself,
Taking matters to my own hands …
I can’t picture myself as a grown man…
I don’t wanna grow up …
I hate change and everything’s just so …
Rearranged.
My life is nothing but a disaster …
And time keeps going by faster …
But in a second all that shit wont matter …
Fuck this Imma kill myself.
I act happy.
But I wanna die, I’m not gonna lie …
Thoughts of suicide keep crossing …
My mind on a regular basis …
Going crazy cause I’m going through bull shit …
On a regular basis …
Look me in the face, I’m sick in my eyes…
Cause I’m sick in the mind …
I’ve been wishing to die ever since I was 9.
This isn’t a lie …
I don’t ***** just to whine
Or bullshit just to rhyme about it.
I don’t cry just to spit,
Just to try to quilt trip …
Cause I could give two shits about your pity…
I ain’t trying to get everyone to feel bad for me,
I’d rather dis everyone and make y’all mad at me …
I ain’t a happy person and I ain’t that liked.
Not even by myself.
I know I ain’t that nice…
But people don’t understand how much …
I hate my life …
Cause if they did they’d know how bad…
I want to take this knife and be …
Killing myself,
Taking matters to my own hands.
I can’t picture myself as a grown man.
I don’t wanna grow up…
I hate change and everything’s just so rearranged …
My life’s nothing but a disaster,
And time keeps going by faster …
But in a second all that shit wont matter,
Fuck this Imma kill myself …
I quit, I’m bailing, I’m done …
I finally give up,
I’m sick of failing, I’m done trying to live up …
To the expectations everyone has set for me ..
And trying to explain to myself …
Always questioning about my destination …
Fuck my destiny …
No more relationships …
My friends are all dead to me …
My head is aching, and I don’t have any energy …
I’m patiently waiting for the day …
That I can rest in peace …
And this medication is the reason …
That I don’t get no sleep …
It ain’t worth taking,
So I just take some ecstasy.
Then hear my friends say,
“You’re a retarded fuck up.”
Maybe killing myself will
Make you retards shut up!!!
Cause I only do it once in a while …
At times when I forget how to fucking smile …
I hate being belittled when y’all act like you’re …
Looking out for me …
If you were looking out of me then …
I wouldn’t about to be …
Killing myself,
Taking matters to my own hands.
I can’t picture myself as a grown man.
I don’t wanna grow up…
I hate change and everything’s just so rearranged …
My life’s nothing but a disaster,
And time keeps going by faster …
But in a second all that shit wont matter,
Fuck this Omma kill myself …
When the times comes …
I`ll be crying then …
I`ll have to get a hold of myself …
Call all my friends, and say goodbye to them …
Then get high and then …
Call up all my friends again and say goodbye again …
And cry again …
Stop crying,
Smile…
Find a pen.
Write down some last words…
Somebody will find them when …
I`m in heaven …
Looking down on them …
Or who knows …
The way shit’s been going maybe in Hell …
Looking up on them …
But either way I’m watching …
I’m waiting [for] their reaction …
Suddenly someone walks in …
Wait they ain’t laughing …
They read it and start crying …
They actually do care …
I’m shocked, I can’t believe they’re …
Sad that I ain’t there …
They miss me…
Man what a horrible mistake I made …
And i can’t take it back …
It’s way to late …
If only I could relive my life …
I’d re-make this song …
Rewrite the hook and it would be like …
Life shit,
but I’m taking matters to my own hands.
I can picture myself as a grown man.
I wanna grow up, and I can deal with change,
Even if everything gets rearranged.
Maybe my life’s a disaster …
and time keeps going by faster …
But now I can see all that shit don’t matter …
Fuck that Imma live my life!
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Kyle Spratt – Suicide Note
Yup! 😀
——HE’S NOT BREATHING!!!!!!
Essence of silence. Fight through the noise and find the essence of silencs
“I can’t picture myself as a grown man…
I don’t wanna grow up …
I hate change and everything’s just so …
Rearranged.”
This chunk of the song kinda ruins the rest, because it makes it seem like he’s insinuating that suicide is “childish.”
Credibility compromised; how many will notice this fallacy?
My suicidal thoughts have never had anything to do with “not wanting to grow up,” and i doubt anyone else is legitimately motivated toward choosing an exit, “because they don’t want to grow up.” Idk wtf he’s talking about. Maybe someone told him it was childish, and he was afraid of being labeled as such.
My other thought, upon reading this: “TIL suicide had gone mainstream…”
Well I suppose you could take it to mean “I don’t wanna grow old”, which makes a bit more sense. Or just that he can’t picture himself as a “grown man” because he doesn’t think he’ll last that long.
To me the line “I don’t wanna grow up” makes sense. It’s common for people at the stage of life where they are finally being pushed to do everything on their own to be overwhelmed. Suicide is not “childish” but a large amount of suicides are teens and younger people, who feel like life, like “growing up”, like being responsible for everything is just too much for them.
that may be…
but you know how people are… they’ll hear that line and be like “oh, suicide is so childish! let’s further stigmatize the depressed by prejudging them as childish, because the song is gospel truth!”
I had a kind of childhood and adolescence where i couldn’t wait to grow up and get away. I didn’t like the ways my family did things, or the reasoning behind much of it. Most of the memories from the first half of my life, are distorted by cringing and facepalms. There were some good parts, like my mom planting the seed of independent thought, at an early age… but so much of the other stuff was just arbitrarily absurd, excruciatingly ridiculous.
The idea of growing up, “seeing myself as a grown man,” never upset me at all. I wanted to grow up and be a man and have my own life. The former is debatable, but the latter never really happened. That’s the part that makes me want to die. “I’m half the man i used to be…” and i never got to truly live, i just spent most of my resources (time, energy, the self and otherwise) barely managing to subsist. And then shit happened and i broke down, and had to go live with my mom. And despite all the striving and struggles and progress i made, trying to “get back on my feet,” more shit happened at the absolute worst and most crucial juncture, and it just floored me, and ruined everything… and i’ve been sputtering and shuddering and just broken, ever since.
I think part of the problem is that kids seem to be taught, perhaps unintentionally, that they will “grow up and become someone else.” But that’s not necessarily true. Many of us are pretty much already who we’re going to be, just without the impacts of experiencing all the things we’ve never dealt with.
I’m pretty much the same “person” i was in high school, just with a lot more experience, and some resultant altered perspectives… aka “maturity.”
Some people tend to mistake my expressions of my current conditions as “immaturity,” but it’s merely the result of being unable to continue to “do what you gotta do.” Some people get messed up and can’t continue. That’s not immaturity, it’s a serious problem. Ignoring the serious problems and instead calling people “immature” due to being unable to continue in futility (whether temporarily or otherwise) is pretty immature… and even seems to be common, and exacerbates the problems, instead of solving them.
Which i suppose leads me back to a comment i made elsewhere, earlier: “aka avoid the ones with problems.”
People usually like easy more than they like interesting. I see it taken too far, and people being shunned for having relatively mild or easily correctable issues, just because someone they thought genuinely cared, prefers “easy” over “interesting.” Then again, i’m pretty biased in that regard, since i’ve been on the wrong side of that spectrum for most of my life. How can i blame someone for wanting anything to be easier, when so much has obviously been too hard for me? Even i prefer easy over interesting. But not so much that i’d just casually disregard someone who actually cared about me, just because they had some issues.
Sigh.
Let it all out clevername. I enjoy reading it, even if I don’t always have a lot to say back. I always seem to have a lot of things to relate to in your comments.
Yeah, once you reach the age where you are thinking critically and logically, not too much changes you. It hasn’t for me, at least. I think the core of us is always the same.
Also, gotta love STP. I’ve always been big into the whole 90’s grunge scene.
lol, yeah… i started thinking “i wonder if this is weirding anyone out…”
It’s okay, i enjoy the back and forth, but it’s not required and you’re not obligated. I figure at some point there won’t be another response, and it will be “that time” again, and i’ll either try to sleep or fire up a game for a while. I’ve been seriously considering a streaming “career.” Other people make it work, why not me? (the market may be saturated, that’s why not me!)
What you just semi-confirmed, is part of why i’ve been so… hmm… flabbergasted? Confounded? …by a certain person’s apparent drastic personality shift, at least in her behavior toward me. I just couldn’t make it make sense that someone could so suddenly and permanently just… “snap,” and be a seemingly completely different person. And it’s surely made me watch people like a hawk, and emphasize authenticity of intent. Which then has me considering that maybe i could get good at poker… lol.
Have you ever noticed people getting aggressive or defensive when they realize you’re “reading” them? Kinda bizarre.
STP was one of my staples back in the day. I like several of their songs. I’ve had echoes of soundgarden welling up from within me lately (esp. “fell on black days”). I tend to avoid music entirely these days though, because it all seems to just hit me too hard, right where it hurts the most. I try not to let me do that to myself.
@clevername I fell asleep before I saw this one. Yeah, streaming would be pretty cool, if you could make it happen. I’ve had similar ideas, but I just don’t have the motivation to actually try, really. Maybe someday I’ll be inspired. To do something, at least. Anything.
People are unpredictable, it’s part of what makes any kind of relationship, friendship or otherwise, scary. You can watch them as close as you can, but there’s no certainty you’ll pick up on everything. Sometimes you just can’t. As you said, people are just too good at bluffing.
To an extent I’ve noticed it, yes. Sometimes people don’t like when someone attempts to “figure them out”. People like to be able to take refuge in their unpredictability, and prefer not to have every move they make and every word they say analyzed and picked apart in an attempt to discover their “true intent” or meaning. I am guilty of this. Both sides of it, the over-analyzing and the hiding away, pushing away.
Stone Temple Pilots, Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Silverchair, Soundgarden, all great bands, in my opinion. Never was too big on Pearl Jam, for some reason.