Broken knuckles bleeding Foreheads

Shirt collars I'm still grabbing


Accusations rolling eyes


Reasons I'm still pulling my hair out

Those $#&@ing cords stretched through broken glass

never summed up so much.
All of this to be raped of self esteem
and expose my $#&@ing self


Tonight


What could possibly go right?

What could possibly go $#&@ing right?


To every toothless $#&@ing grin (You are the few)


I'm sick of saying this is just not worth this %#@!.

For every kid that's waiting to die


(You know our names) I'm sick of saying


This is just not worth this %#@!.

No point in thinking this will all work out


So many days I could do with out
but the point of it all is to never look back

so I live for today and die by the night
these veins are burning $#&@ing red
and this is when I can't turn back.


What could possibly go right