And I'm so sick and tried of this.
I'm selfish, I'm everything you ever said.
Those words , they fell past your lips,
without much thought or looking back.
But sure, thats OK,
stuff you all anyway.
I hate myself too so go give yourself,
a pat on the back.
You succeed in finally breaking me.
And I just want you to know,
That I did try, I did give my everything,
to be here & make it worth living.
This pain was supposed to be nothing
but you all have no idea,
You can't get inside my mind,
& I wouldn't recommend you too.
Some say I'm strong.
Well I say stuff you all,
I know I'm being unrealistic,
But I'm sick of crying at night,
waiting & waiting for so long.
Until someone reaches out to me,
and says it's gonna be OK.
Alright, lets get one thing straight.
I died so long ago already,
So there's just no point no more!
Nothing, just leave it.
You all have no sense,
Just waves of darkness,
are floating aimless around.
As I am.
Now let me go,
or so help me,
I'll cut my wrists,
Until I bleed out.
Or pass me that needle,
let me inject the poison into me,
I could do it you know,
but would I fade into the sky?
Hell couldn't possibly be worse,
then what I feel every freaking day.
Give me a reason to stay,
I have nothing,
and I'm being serious,
I keep chasing something,
that isn't real.
I keep living in this pain each day,
for the reasons of nothing.
And yes I'm afraid,
You are all too.
Maybe I could give this one more go,
But seeing my scars remind me not to.
Eyes are shredding so many tears,
I'd die once more,
if I had a body to kill.
But remember,
I was always dead anyway.
