all fucked up.

It's the thoughts that pulse through your head.
The ones that tell you you're better off dead.
Don't even try.
Just give up, lay down and die.
The thoughts that make you forget.
The thoughts that bring back all of the regret.
And now here,
Stuck in your darkest hour,
Somehow you shake away all the fear,
But with it falls your power,
And now you have no reason to play,
No reason to stay,
Just pack up your things and go away,
Spend your life running away,
From what was said that day.
Because you're weak.
Worthless.
Can't even stand on your own feet.
Heartless.
No happy ending.
Just giving up.
Don't care what signal your sending.
Just laid here, all fucked up.