The Bloody Blues.

I feel like I'm becoming a joke. For everyone just to stand around and laugh about. While my social value falls in doubt. I never know what to think. When life comes around and I attack these walls with bloody fists. While hate drips from my dry cracked lips. I know I have to grow up someday. But I'm staring at the pictures of all of my happy years. And wonder if I ever had fears. And if I'm still around to read this. I'll know every drunken thought came from a sober battle with my mind. All my ends are ready and waiting in line.

 

Still, you can not take this. I was made to fail this. We are all disabled, 'cause God will not save us. And when we all fall down. There wont be any ground so we will spend our lives wishing that we would just die.

 

This knife couldn't be more blunt. So I'm working extra hard to show you how it feels to be like me. How my mind f***s up reality. I wish everything was just a myth. A fairy tale our parents read to make us all fall asleep. Just to dream about all the things that make you scream. I'm sorry that I don’t believe. But I've been let down one to many f*****g times. Somewhere I had to draw the line. So now I’m sitting on this park bench. With a bottle of wine. And a notepad to write down every thought that goes through my disturbed mind.

 

Still, you can not take this. I was made to fail this. We are all disabled, 'cause God will not save us. And when we all fall down. There wont be any ground so we will spend our lives wishing that we would just die.

 

So when I think of you again. And all the s**t we went through. I will take this knife and sneak into your room and see what you are going through. And while I watch you undress. And feel only emptiness. I will carve your name in my visible veins that are running dry.

 

Still, you can not take this. I was made to fail this. We are all disabled, 'cause God will not save us. And when we all fall down. There won’t be any ground so we will spend our lives wishing that we would just die.