Die die die

Those who think they're saints dive right into hell
Sinners on the other hand have a chance of redemption
I know I'm a sinner but I'm not sure of my chances
Bitterness floods my blood
Depression sinks deep in my bowels
I think of forty ways to kill myself happier
Each way shows me the end but not the destination
I'm sorry for being unhappy all the time
but it seems days just don't get any better
If there is a way of escape, won't it come sooner
Perhaps an unworthy soul like mine should die slower