I walk along this road
passing by cars that make my hair blow into my face and I wonder if I'm just a waste of space
I'll try to jump in front of a car but these handcuffs won't let me put my hands up and say, "HIT ME I WANT TO DIE"
so I just keep walking n a road going nowhere and somehow I end up next to a tree
so I guess I'll just sleep and wonder about how I took those happy pills but they're not making me so happy,, **** IM LOSING IT AGAIN..
More nights of therapy sessions tangled in a ball of yarn I'll give to my cat to play with
Doesn't mean ****