I don't know what the **** it's called
Or if it's a phobia or not
But I know that everyday that I lay at night
I ******* fall apart
Afraid of my thoughts
And scared of who I am
I'm afraid of being alone
I shake and I quiver again
And I ******* hate who I am
And who I've become
A left behind
Misunderstood son
I seem to not give a **** anymore
Not six feet deep
But laying on my floor
Not by choice
But gravity falls
I'll be sure to destroy mine
Before I ruin everyone else's lives
Cause what comes first
Always seems to die
I've served my life in hell
But never left my home
Sometimes I wish death upon myself
That life would end
And no one would help
They'd stop and stare
But not say a word
Lead in my throat
And blood on my curb
I just sit and wonder why
Everything that I touch dies