Screaming. Running. Drowning in worthlessness.
Flailing. Trying to stay stable.
Although I know that I'm unable
and I'm destined to go crazy
I'm about to sink deeper than ever before
I'm going to suffer, so much more,
than pain.
I'm suffering just by living
and those who know me suffer more
everyday my corpse doesn't hit the floor
But I know my life's a lie
and I've finally come to realize
I loathe myself
I loathe all I am
I loathe all I ever was
I loathe all I shall ever be
and it bother me that I can't see
how better my deceasing would make the earth
As crappy as life may be
it will seem so much better as I bleed.