Teenage Tragedy II

2004-11-14

We all wonder when our last breath will be, but do we ever appreciate the life we have? How does anyone expect us to live with this s**t? How do we ever put up with all of it? Through things we do behind closed doors, things that causes our blood to hit eh floors, but why? Why do we insist on solving through pain? And have society assume that all we do is complain. Why do they believe we enjoy this game? When will they see that they’re playing along? The world is a lonely place and everyone’s their own enemy. Society will never understand our problems and why we’re always so protective. So stay away from this collective, and just keep the f**k away! All I need to know is why I get this sense of relief, even when I’m past the point of regret and grief. Why do we insist on hurt to feel at ease? Why do we insist on pain to please? I swear there’s got to be more to life, tell me there’s more than this. Will I be wasting my time healing these scars? Will you not look if I made more marks? Stay the f**k away from hypocrisy and tell me you go through the same misery. Nothing can justify our anxiety to just die, what’s the point? Let me just lay here and die. So paint my ending and read the description: “agony, pain, regret, and affliction.” My life and everything you’ll ever know, my actions and everything I’ll ever show. There’s got to be more, but I can’t wait for the end. If I handed you the blade would you be my friend? Would you do me and everyone a favor? Would you be my ending, my savior? So as I hit the floor I wonder “God there had to be more.” Where did I miss the turn? How did I crash and burn? Why don’t we ever learn?...