Bloodied knuckles, bleeding fist
at least that something I haven't missed.
I don't know what I did but I sure messed it up
as out of my hand I pull shards of cup
I just shouldn't have said anything
I should've know wasn't worth the trouble it'd bring
Why are you ****** of off? What have I done wrong?
It's times like this I realize, that life is too long.
Perhaps it'd be best, if I just said goodbye
I'm no use while living, so I might as well die.