Ed By the Fate of the World

I hate the feeling Of thinking I’m here But I’m not Of think somebody’s here When they aren’t Of having my life blocked in by a snowy window The crisp February air whistling by This sound this feeling Makes me want to die But she following me Haunting me She stalking me I don’t have energy to try I don’t have energy to run I was tripping on this Prozac Taking away my busted fate Does every depressed person take these I sit and think My first cut wasn’t as deep as the rest A small little welt across my chest But it was intoxicating Like an addict drawn to a pill I was drawn to harm The razor blade took a score The blood was dripping down my shoulder But I needed more The looney bin is where i wen t Full of a ton of scarred up skin Some who drank Some who took to many pills Some who got high for the thrills We all ed up but in the end We are ed By the fate of this Cruel Deathly world