it's nights like these
struggling to breathe
trying to think
good thoughts
but its harder than it seems

it's times like this
apologies on my lips
at the end of my wits
a lot of folk
but no one who'll miss

me when i'm gone
sighs of relief and a yawn
like thank ******* god
not to paint them as bad
because why would they be wrong

i'm alone because i'm horrid
must've asked for this
inexcusably morbid
don't know how i did it
but i'm to blame for it