Walking under the street lights I’m losing the will to fight Head cast upward, I sighed To the gaping maw of this oppressive night I reflect on a day that has no reflection My mirror has turned into a black cloth Absence of light Absence of fight Absence of Me Because I lost myself to today And the day before that And the day before that And the day before that Can someone please ******* find me!?
Because I’ve been listening to this voice Mindless jumbles of letters and noise Words materialize and disappear And all I can ******* hear Is give up Give up Give up GIVE UP And I’m sick of it! I want to hear someone tell me it’s alright I want someone to encourage me to take flight And yet here I stand tonight, Alone with no one by my side No one except this snarky **** Thinks he’s smart Striking me where it hurts Tearing me apart
First your studies that you’re failing When’s the last time you opened a book? You’ve been playing a lot of games, friend And even that, from you, I took What? You’re mad you don’t enjoy them anymore? Wasn’t adversity what you always wanted? A challenge But now it’s too much? Jeez, lighten up and enjoy it, it’s fine I’m sure you’ll ******* get him next time Loser
How about that job? How’s that been going down? What’s the matter, little fella? What’s up with that frown? A one way ticket to adult land Only thing left to do is drive a car Now you wish you had it in you to learn So that you could drive far Away From the sickening disappointment that you are You have exactly as much drive as you’re doing in your life Cook a comfort meal and wash the tears out of your clothes Oh wait, nevermind, ask your mom to help you with that
Not mad yet? Then lemme strike you where I know it’ll sting Some of your closest friends A plea of death, they sing “I’ll be there for you.” “You can trust me with anything.” You can’t handle this for ****! You say this worthless crap Because deep inside you can’t wrap Your head around the fact that there’s nothing you can do Because everything you say will make it worse You’ll get pity thanks at most “At least I tried”, it sounds Until someone dies And it’ll haunt you till the end of times If you can even still feel anything at ******* all You’ll probably just forgive and forget It’s what you do best Give it a week and you won’t remember them anymore Befitting of a ******* *******, like you
And then there’s this worthless poem That you’re putting on the paper I know what you’re trying to do, friend “Last time went so well.” “Those words, I really felt!” You’re trying to get mad again, aren’t you? How’s that been working out, boo? Have my words been able to wound Or are you just getting frustrated over your complete inability to emote When’s the last time you cried? When’s the last time you got mad? When’s the last time you felt? Hell This ain’t one of those times, I know my stuff Just ******* stop trying And give up.