It's Over
My head is screwed on way too tight,
My mind has never been quite right.
I never thought I'd see the day,
My friends and family make me pay.
But as I watch the pitch black night,
I cannot help but pick a fight.
The homeless person has no home,
I'll beat them 'til they cannot roam.
I hate my life I always have,
At least I ain't a gypsy chav.
It's over.
My body shape, I'm bleak and thin,
I ate just like a human bin.
I'd hate to be all plump and fat,
I eat no food unlike a rat.
A doctor told me I've bad health,
I bribed him with my sum of wealth.
And now I'm left to starve and die,
Unloved and hated, I love to cry.
Never shall I find my soul,
Within my bodies black as coal.
It's over
My wrists are scarred just like my mind,
A rope, my neck, the knot will bind.
I'd choke and writhe and end up dead,
Held from the ceiling by my head.
I cannot die in such a way,
My body wants to rot and gray.
A building, tall, I'd jump and splat,
Or hurdle from my sky rise flat.
And yet the mess it isn't me,
Broken pieces, I wouldn't be.
It's over.
The perfect death would come with luck,
Without a cost, no, not a buck.
But never will I find the cure,
To heal my mind, make it pure.
I cannot see into my eyes,
I see right through to all the lies.
I never sought to clear my brain,
And as I stand upon this crane,
I know my life is gunna end,
The tunnels right around the bend.
It's over!