All the scars on my arms,
Pills in my body,
And drugs in my veins,
Will never take me…
…from this pain.
I’ve given up hope,
Lost all faith,
And do not know where…
…I should turn
Kill me,
Hurt me,
Break me,
Curse me.
Do something,
Anything,
Everything,
To end me.
My poetry has become depressing,
My heart aching from this pain.
Depressed is the only time,
I can ever write a poem.
Once able to fake a smile,
Now left to pray for life.
What is happiness?
What is life?
Take this away,
And end my pain.
My poetry has become s**t!
My heart is a total bust.
Pain is no longer a feeling…
…but rather a non-existent thing.
Should I just give up,
Because I am making myself physically sick?
Or should I give up,
Because I have nothing left?
Should I bother,
To build myself back up?
Or maybe bother,
Because people know I am strong?
Maybe my life is meant to be like this,
Like totally depressing.
I no longer know,
What to do…
So for now I say goodbye…
…and maybe see you soon.
Pills in my body,
And drugs in my veins,
Will never take me…
…from this pain.
I’ve given up hope,
Lost all faith,
And do not know where…
…I should turn
Kill me,
Hurt me,
Break me,
Curse me.
Do something,
Anything,
Everything,
To end me.
My poetry has become depressing,
My heart aching from this pain.
Depressed is the only time,
I can ever write a poem.
Once able to fake a smile,
Now left to pray for life.
What is happiness?
What is life?
Take this away,
And end my pain.
My poetry has become s**t!
My heart is a total bust.
Pain is no longer a feeling…
…but rather a non-existent thing.
Should I just give up,
Because I am making myself physically sick?
Or should I give up,
Because I have nothing left?
Should I bother,
To build myself back up?
Or maybe bother,
Because people know I am strong?
Maybe my life is meant to be like this,
Like totally depressing.
I no longer know,
What to do…
So for now I say goodbye…
…and maybe see you soon.
