Many hours go by Like a butterfly that tries to fly Unless we attempt with good actions It will never leave us in satisfaction So many hours go by All spent locked in my room as I cry In every tear shed I attempt to **** myself on my bed Countless hours spent As my life turns into a hollow,black dent In every galaxy there is a rhythm All I try to do is fit into this earthly system See, people are extremely, evilly, deviously rude Even when they're supposed to be in a good mood All these hours spent by my bedside Passing DeathTrain and trying to get a ride Words spinning around my misunderstood head I only want to drop down dead Everywhere I go These people interrupting my flow Such simplicity in death All I need is an overdose on ****. Once I had a single friend Sadly their life came to a painful end Many days spent regretting Why even bother fretting? Everyday a chance to grab a gun and **** I'll do it today; its my choice, my will
Broken, Nothing but broken. Im broken. I tried to be okay. I really tried. But I ran. Ran from everything. All the thoughts. All the heartache. And built my walls. And forgot about what mattered the most to me. And now, I’m blocking people out. I’m so tired. I just want to be okay. Everything is falling apart. I’m falling apart. And no one notices. I want people to notice. But I Am Nothing. Just Like Always. It’s all gone.