Hurting

Hurting and the pain not going away
Passing it on to everyone close to me day by day
Midas touch turns things to gold
My touch seems to leave things cold
I'm sorry I said it I fucking apologise
Who stole the life from behind my eyes
I'm tired I'm weak I'm all worn out
I scream and nothing comes out
I'm in the wrong it's all my fault
An open wound and I'm just salt
I'm trying I promise I'm just finding it hard
The packs been shuffled and I got the jocker card