With blood falling down my face.
I learned that even when.
Your body quits.
You still gotta walk.
Even if you're broken.
You still need to ****.

Go to the hospital.
Be alive.

You just reflect on what it was.
For a moment until.
You leave.

After enough letdowns.
You give up.
Cause all your hopes ever give you.
Is a bad feeling.
And, fatalistic destinies.
Which in itself.
Is always.
Worthless.

So why.
Bother.