i sit on the floor at night
in my dark bedroom with a single light
im almost finished but not quite
my ideas keep coming as i continue to write

what is wrong with humanity?
has everyone been driven to insanity?
they’re all too busy with their vanity
and their constant use of profanity

i’ve lost all hope
and my mom thinks i mope
but it’s just how i cope
would you rather I hang myself with a rope?

but i’m just a fool
who thought i was cool
but society was too cruel
and now i want to drown in the pool

i keep all my thoughts inside
while i count all the times i cried
eyeing the pills bottles on my bedside
wishing i could’ve just died

so here i sit with my insecurity
feeling as though i lost my purity
is this what you call maturity?
i’ll just wait in obscurity