My heart's feeling really heavy in bed
So I'll roll over to crush my innards.
Wrecking ball, cardiovascular head
Hurter, damaging organs with its words,
Pressing way too hard when the beats too fast.
I need to ***, but with this ball and veins,
So passionately disturbed by the dark,
I'll stay right here. Guess I'll just risk the stains.
The scary voice in the silence, it says
"You're the weight on your family, useless
As a used ****** to holy preachers."
The voice whispers and slithers and seduces
Me to self-loathing and pity. But I
Don't know whose it is, it sounds just like mine.