Fallen

feeling lost, self battery,
my life is a fucking catastrophy.
i have scars on my arms from a razor,
scars on my hands from my nails.
everything i try it doesnt matter, i always fail.

writing over good will,
and pure honesty,
my mind is racing, infected.
he hit me, that's how he reacted.

this is it.
i'm done.
i've quit this shit.

i'm going to hell
so why would i want my feedback,
i know i fuckin fell.

thank you dad.
fucking go to hell