This existence is wasted, not wanted here,
These thoughts battle me, into my head they sear,
This life is useless; I let it drift away,
Who cares if I may need it another day?
This soul id ravaged, broken, worn,
As I think deeper I become more torn,
This heart is empty, for no one I pine,
It seems I?ve stepped over a terrible line,
The line you cross when you might as well be dead,
When you finally give up on all the bullshit you?re fed,
Sleepless nights and drug-filled days,
You no longer believe in what they say,
Your heart gets slow, you mind starts to tire,
You realize everyone you?ve met was a liar,
You hear the pounding of your heart; feel your throbbing ears,
You?re veins are pulsating violently, yet you know no fears,
You?re in a confusion, a daze of some kind,
Suddenly? nothing, this is all you find.

 
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