What if there’s nothing to look forward to?
A concert or two to keep me going.
And through the winter I might break.
This time, I don’t want to be turned in.
The hospital hasn’t done much for me.

Now I fall through bed-sheets,
Figuring out the meaning to living,
A pretentious ******* with no right,
What I'd do to become everything I want.

In the meantime,
Give me reasons to survive at bare minimum,
Holding only a grain of sand,
While everyone else seems to hold more.

Now I fall through bed-sheets,
Figuring out the meaning to living,
A pretentious ******* with no right,
What I'd do to become everything I want.

I've got to move far away,
This dreadful town has me in tears,
A new sunset to appreciate every night,
Holding me down with an existential weight.

There's no telling that I'd do, friend,
To pack my bags and *******,
Against everyone's wishes,
I'm a failure to touch or view.

Its selfish to ask for help,
And I'd be begging to be killed,
Without it.

Give me a sign,
from the love of nobody's life,
I'll sign my life away to the metal,
Rind my teeth against bones,
Just to feel justified in my selfishness.

Don't ******* help me,
I'll do it all on my own,
Just get drunk, smoke some ****,
Burrow deeper into the molten hot sand.

Maybe I'll write a story about how I learned to survive,
Then reflect back on myself to see that I've still died.
I'm still figuring out how to die.
Figuring out if I can die.

Cause it's all futile,
To ask for help, I'd be a manipulator,
And if I called home,
Would anyone answer and take me seriously?

Im tired of pretending that Im any good at singing,
Cause my vocal cords crack and groan at every note,
Maybe I don't drink enough water,
or maybe my throat is just sick of me singing.

I don't know anything more than four cords,
My guitar doesn't see much use except abuse,
Although my piano just might be a *******,
I'm just a fool with a tool to speak his muse.

I wanna find it inside of myself,
A driving passion to bring money home,
Cause I'm sitting here with nothing,
Except a couple dollars to my name.

The poems I write are far too basic,
Nobody likes them but to be fair neither do I,
I can't show my face to anybody now,
Cause the porcelain is beginning to break.

It's chipping away, away, away...
Down the drain, away, away, away...
And now I sway, away, away, away...
In my room as a dull tool who loves music,
away, away, away...

You're gonna hurt my feelings.
But why should you give a ****?
If I'm just a stupid kid.
Who knows nothing about the world.
Then I don't deserve an ounce of respect.
Nothing I own is mine under your roof.
So sell all of it. Use the money to buy my grave.

Good luck cause I'll haunt you until you're dead.

I miss your long kisses
I miss our long drives
I miss feeling happy,
And now I’m going absolutely ******* crazy!!!

You’re gonna leave and I’m not ready,
You’re gonna leave so just wait right here
You’re gonna leave what if I ask for one more kiss?

Perhaps the things we love the most are better off alone,
I’m bitter and prone to skipping stones against the walls,
Bored out of my ******* mind but you’re entertaining and I..

miss your long kisses
I miss our long drives
I miss feeling happy,
And now I’m going absolutely ******* crazy!!!
Bonkers, insane, publicly shamed.

And I wish you the best life,
But I also would admit my crush on you,
That I have had since my sweet sixteen,
It’s been a couple years and I’m all *******,
In alcohol dreams and suicide teams.