Broken down

Sitting on the hard ground
Breathing in the air
So much pain holding me down
its more then i can bare

Tortured truths
Blanketed lies
So many thoughs of death
Just suck me dry

Losers cry
Winners grin
Wanting to simply die
Watching life spin

Popping pills
Cutting wrists
truth be told
I'm kind of pissed

Lost in a game
a game so lame
tired of trying
tired of crying

Broken down psyche
cut down to the bone
write in red on the walls
"nothing but a drone:

Not there quite yet
I'll cut until I'm dead
Suicide will always be my bet.
I made then slept in my own bed.