Broken Thoughts…

Staring into the mirror
Wondering why not
The blade pressed up against me
Not sure why lately I’m not
Anti-lobotomy
Driven crazy, fucked at the thought
Common sense doesn’t mean shit
Drowning in my own life
Suffocating at the thought
That all of this must keep going on

Where is the savior we’ve been waiting on?…

Who put me in charge of anything
God doesn’t have a sense of humor
Fuck off
Gave me my own thing to destroy
Said look
I fucked up but here is your chance
To do the same thing
A running joke, that makes no sense
Drinking to try and forget
What I was even trying to do
Slash the wrists long enough
Something is bound to happen
Parenting not that far off
Smashing my head against a wall
Just makes sense
At this point

Lost and it is just a thought

Dodging all the god damn knives
Finding my place in all this shit
Tortured, do this to myself
Smiling at the thought
What was the point all along?
Breathing to breathe
Living because I was told to
Always loved you
But what was the fucking point?
God or the devil does it matter?
When nothing has ever mattered
When nothing you’ve said
Has turned out how you promised
It’s all so pointless… the longer this goes on

Broken Thoughts

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