F-U-C-K UP

Yeah, I f-cked it up
so? what else is new?
I f-ck up everything I try
f-cking up is what I do

everyone was praying
asking God to help somehow
but I still f-cked it up, I still got kicked out
even God doesn't want me now

He doesn't want me to be happy
He doesn't care that I cry
He doesn't want me to get through this
He won't care when I die

you might think that's extreme
that I should still hang on
but I've been holding on for much too long
I just can't be that strong

I've been digging and digging a hole
it just gets more and more deep
finally, they've covered the top
and left me in here to weep

but weeping, I won't do
I won't let them be satisfied
I'll sit by myself, in this deep, dark hole
till I've wasted away and died

maybe then they'll be happy
that they sent me home
that they pointed me to suicide
and caused me to write this poem

I hope that makes them happy
I hope from this they learn
when you're not helped up to heaven
you're left in Hell to burn