My Juggalo

Depression is consuming me,
Tha darkness knife is making me bleed,
      tha blade cuts my skin.
How did all this pain get in
     there is to much sorrow
In my head I hope 2die tomorrow
  I've only once felt luv for something
Now I feel luv for one thing
Death, death is tha one thing I luv
 My life, what will it come of
all I want anymore is to die
 yet I know my true friends would cry
I don't have many but I do have some
when I'm lying in my casket six feet
  deep who will come
when I'm dead and gone who will grieve
who would kill themselves to try to leave
someone takes tha blade from my throat
I am cold and bloody so they rap me in a coat
THEN I wake up tha person is unknown
as my heart mends finally tha person is shown
It's you, my juggalo, my luv!