I am having violent thoughts,

Where my body is buried and slowly rots.

I am thinking evil things,

Like I’m a puppet whithout its strings.

I am feeling quite alone,

As though I’ll never make it home.

I am not really okay,

And I don’t know just what to say.

I can’t do this anymore,

My heart ripped out, thrown to the floor.

My mind may wash up on the shore,

Somewhere far, where I’m no more.

My chest ripped open once again,

I feel like it will never mend.

I may never make amends,

At least once, I knew we were friends.

I want all of this pain to stop,

I feel like I could up and drop.

I feel like death,

I feel like pain,

I feel like I’m fucking insane.

I feel like I’m losing it,

I feel like everyone’s full of shit,

I try and remember why I do it,

Why I try and just get through it.

All my reasons feel near gone,

I’ve no more stories, no more songs,

Only one reason left to go on,

And maybe she’ll be better off when I’m gone.