F**k this

I just want to split my head open

And watch the contents fall to the floor

Sweep them up and throw them away

Because they're not doing me any good

I don't even know what these contents consist of

All I know is that they're like parasites

Eating away at me everyday

And their appetite seems to increase

As time goes on

Ruining me to the point of failure

The point of being useless, incapable of anything

Incapable of everything

I'm sick of having to wake up in the morning

Knowing that it's still me in this body

That it's still me in this life

That it's still me in my mind...

Just knowing that I'm still me

So maybe if I drain everything

Out of myself

I won't be me anymore

And I'll be able to make some worth of myself

Or maybe not

All I know is that I'm rotting

With the progression of time

With no known reason...

Just endless frustration, disapointments, and regrets...

So maybe should just split my self open

So I wouldn't have to even watch my contents

As they fall to the floor

Because I wouldn't be able to see anything

If I'm gone anymore.