holes and questions

pllllluuuuggggghhhhhh

this hole will only get bigger
if i don't plug it now
this heart beat will only feel heavier
if i don't do whats necessary
the itch in my wrists
the burn in my gut
don't seem to ever go away
feels like all i've ever done is fight

its been 32 years
and i can feel my sanity slip
now more than ever
its a hell of a thing
when it just seems easier
to cease your own existence
rather than try to rebuild and make it better
cause you know better than most
that you could never make it better
that the best you got
isn't enough for anything
and the bleeding hearts
in the right light
look just like wolves

blood stains the teeth
and the bones are starting to poke through
my breath smells like rot
still sad as ever
but maybe i can do this
for the rest of my life
maybe an inch above the ground
is the limit for me
maybe waking up every morning
having to shake the sad from your soul
is all there is for people like me
i don't have any answers
just a pile full of questions
and a life full of holes

Author's Note

i know, shadup