Not even my own pen my best friend could write me out of the pit I'm in
I'm like a sail without a healthy supply of wind
Within my head all that's there is dread
it's like now all of my heart is dead
I hate what I've become
I hate myself, once again from society I want to shun
I keep regretting not clipping myself with that loaded gun
It's like they said there's nothing really new under the sun

Not even my own heart can stop me from being like a cheap cell phone and falling apart
it's like every time I try I lose the motivation to start
I hate killing vibes but I had to get all of this of my twisted mind
they say the worst tears to fall are the tears of a clown
in that case all the laughs you see on my face tend to be followed by the most empty frown
All I've ever tried... something or someone knocks me down
Why should u even care about me I'm only another burden dead weight for the slaughter like a sheep without wool I've no value like ****** I'm just going to slow you down
don't forget me.... I'm not sure where I can go now