Teenage Fuck-Up

It doesn’t take much

If you try hard enough

Maybe you want to escape the hard stuff

Or maybe you’re a fuck-up

Each day is welcomed by fresh blood

From self-mutilation that helps you survive

Everyday you wish you would die

Because you’re a fuck-up

You blot off the blood

And eventually stop the flow

Pray to the Devil there’s no tomorrow

That harbours a fuck-up

School drags by with stares and torment

Without a friend in the universe

Fuck, it’ll only get worse

For a fuck-up

You trudge home, feeling like shit

The day sucked-nothing new

And nothing seems happy to you

Cause you’re a fuck-up

Negitive thoughts race through your head

(Fuck-up, fuck-up)

The day is done, more blood is shed

(Fuck-up, fuck-up)

And the blood washes away the pain

(Fuck-up, fuck-up)

You wish you were fucking dead

(Fuck-up, fuck-up)

And tomorrow will be the same

Fucked-up, and harbouring more pain

By QuietFairWarning

Russian Roulet- My favourite game. Death- my favourite state of being. Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.