Why am i so fucked up in the head
sitting here wishing that i was dead.
Crying inside this shell called a body
wishing this disorder on nobody.
Why do i feel so empty inside,
wanting a reason to just feel alive.
Can somebody help me find the cure,
because my decisions are so unsure.
Why do i turn to blades,
cutting my skin almost every day.
Hy heart has sunk into a dark abyss,
as i watch the blood drip from my open wrist.
Why cant i just be happy now,
while i stare at death with a raised brow.
He looks at me, and i look at him,
he tells me now, its sink or swim.
Why have i just given up,
see my life end so abrupt.
Hanging the noose, with a such delight
mabey the pain will end tonight