Self-Delete
Alarm clock screams at 6 AM, another day in the cage
Bills on the table from the government,
sucking blood from minimum wage
She left with the pieces of my heart, scattered on the floor
I’m drowning in the silence, can’t take it anymore
Work keeps piling, deadlines like chains around my chest
Every breath feels borrowed, every night I fail the test
Broken promises and empty beds, taxes eating what’s left
I’m staring at the ceiling thinking there’s no way out of this mess
Self-delete, just one more try to make the hurting stop
Swallow the darkness, let the lights go out on top
Voices in the quiet, when the world had turned its back
But something pulled me from the edge and dragged my body back
Cold tile floor, pills scattered like fallen stars
Heart slowing down, fading under hospital lights and scars
I heard them calling—Mom, old friends, voices soft and clear
“What are you doing? Get up, son. The fight ain’t over here.”
But no one was in the room, just echoes in my head
A ghost choir singing when I should’ve already been dead
Twice, three times, I danced that close to the other side
Felt the pull, the sweet release, the promise of no more tide
Of stress and longing, of love gone wrong and money I can’t find
Just quiet… endless quiet… leaving all this pain behind
Self-delete, just one more try to make the hurting stop
Swallow the darkness, let the lights go out on top
Voices in the quiet, when the world had turned its back
But something pulled me from the edge and dragged my body back
Years roll by now, I still get those dark days, heavy as stone
They creep in slow when the pressure builds and I feel alone
But I remember the voices that weren’t voices at all
My own will to live screaming through the fall
I’m glad I didn’t succeed, though I understand the why
The weight that makes a man believe there’s only one way to fly
Now I sit with the shadows when they come, I don’t run, I don’t hide
I breathe through the storm until it passes on the other side
Self-delete… I almost pressed that button too many times
But something in the wreckage still wanted to climb
The work still stresses, hearts still break, the letters still demand
But I’m still here writing verses with these shaking hands
If you’re listening in the dark, hear the voices in your head
They’re telling you to get up… even when it feels like the end
You’re not alone in this war, though it cuts you to the bone
Keep breathing, keep fighting—
The dawn always comes if you don’t self-delete alone.