What's next

Your tears are nothing
and your cries are helpless
what good ever came from crying?
who ever said life was painless?

so get angry, get depressed
cut yourself for all i care
but honestly, ask yourself
what's next?

congradulations
for the scars on your wrists
you're scoring pity left and right
but i really must ask, what's next?

you could kill yourself
end your "horrible" life
because no one "understands" you
and nothing will ever be "right"

but oh no
you would never do that
because then how are you supposed to soak up the glory?

take in those sweet, sweet tears people are crying for you.
live and breathe in those sobs of misery from the ones you said you loved

tell everyone
tell the world
about how much pain you're in
and how much you've "gone through"

because what the hell, why not?
it's not like there is anyone else who has it worse.
of course there isn't- that would mean you aren't center of attention anymore.

and who wants that?
certainly not you
so cut your wrists
and cry "suicide"

take those pills
in front of all your friends
and tell them what they're for
after all, who could have lost more?

i don't care anymore about what you say
i don't care anymore about what you write
i don't care about those "bloody" wrists of yours
all i have to ask you is- what's next?