The Mess

All the mess,
All the destruction.
It's all in my head,
It can't properly function.

Maybe it's why i do it,
Why I've become so crazy.
Look what I've done now,
My eyes are becoming lazy.

Is it because of the loss of blood,
Or the substances i just took.
What did i even take,
I didn't even look.

What will happen to me,
Will i die.
Maybe my dreams will finally come true,
And I'll say my last goodbye.

I don't really care,
Cause in a way it's all the same.
In the end I'll get the same result,
Only, i won't know who or what to blame.

I'm slowly getting weaker,
My heart beats slowing down.
Breathing's getting harder,
I'm dying without a sound.