Hate around every corner.
And I’m so filled with doubt.
Where am I going now?
It’s hard to figure any of this out.
I’m in a sociopathic state.
But I can’t escape the hate.
I wish I weren’t stuck drowning in my life.
Will there ever be another way?
So in these passing days I’ll try not to take my life.
But my wrists just want to feel the sting of the knife.