| Psycho's Web Page!!! | home |
 |
| Desperate Nights |
Desperate Nights
Everynight I go home, wishing I could cry,
tired of all my bullshit, wondering why I'm alive.
No words express how much I wanna die,
reading all of my poems that deal with suicide.
Hating all the girls, that make me feel like shit,
no longer can I say the simple phrase,"Fuck it!"
All the scars on my arm, why haven't they gone to the other side?
Because my life is so great, now that's a fuckin' lie.
Life, love, living, fuck em' all!
The frayed ends of sanity are here, I can hear them call.
The torture I bring on myself, is worse than you could do,
but I hide it from society, I do this for you.
That feeling in my stomach, I know It's here for good,
but It's killing me inside, how I wish they understood.
I choose the hard path, just despite myself,
I'll hide it if you don't want to see, respect for someone else.
Breakdowns, lashouts, cuz I fucked it up for me,
good thing I have this poetry, holding on to my sanity.
Waiting for the day that I will be set free,
but until then,"yep yup, it sucks to be me."