Pathetic
Is a name am calling my self lately
For I have become what I always said i'll never be
Its 4am and am alone in this bed
Thinking about all the possible ways that should cause my death
It is scary up there in my mind
From all the scary thoughts crossing it
Am doubting everything around me
And am this close to hit my head
Will I ever be optimistic? Or am I stuck in this moving train only going further from what I always wished to be.
Am calling your name, asking for help.
But you keep stabbing me and asking me why I bleed.
I'll lay on the ground surrounded by my blood waiting for a miracle, or the announcement of my death.