thoughts running through my head
sometimes i wish i was dead
wanting to see
to blind to focus on the truth
to scared to face reality
to delusional to see what's real
cuttting,hurting for a thrill
crawing on my knees
begging pleading
dried tear crust down my face
sometimes i hate this place
this state of mind,i'm like a bomb
waiting for you to set me off
waiting out to see
what will happen in the end
pills chased with vodka to kill the pain
hungover in the morning
the taste of liquor dried in my mouth
the heavy heart out to show
waiting for the next blow
a quivering mouth wanting to speak
emotionless eyes so broken and bleak
thoughts running through my head
sometimes i wish i was dead
Me too.