Fractured State of Mind

 If our past teaches us lessons
Then what the hell is wrong with me?
Beaten down, with no kind of purpose
Left to wallow in my self-destruction
Starvation of my ever longing needs

I thrive in alcohol daydreams
Eating pills just to ease the pain
Pushed into a darkened corner
Left alone in my wandering mind
Fiction becomes fact inside my brain

I have found that a gun’s the answer
Tomorrow I’ll walk into class
Staring down, I’ll shoot the teacher
Bathed in screams, a grin breaks across my face
Look at them as I start to blast

Later they drag me in jacket
To a room with mirrored walls
I say that my daddy beat me
And that my mother didn’t love me
One day, I will kill them all