Some days I can’t help but wonder,

Is it really better to suffer.

I know a lot is wrong,

Can’t you hear this distorted song?

This song that I am meant to call my life.

I really don’t know why I even bother to try,

It’s like a count down till I cry,

Break down and wonder when I’ll die.

Oh… yeah… another side effect of my fucked up brain,

Who knows, maybe by now I’m going insane.

And I can’t help question when will this madness end.

Would it end when I die, or follow me to hell?

Would I still be myself, or just an empty shell?

Would it be worth it, or is it just to hard to tell?

Should I just give up and live a life in a figurative cell?

Should I sell my soul to a devil, I know I already fell.

Who knows if I even have a soul, maybe I lost it long ago.

Maybe they wouldn’t even take me, for the demons in my body.

Maybe they’d accept me, cause I’m just like them.

Destructive, lost, negative, and much else.

I don’t even know what’s left.

What is left to do, when there us nothing I can say,

Should I continue, hoping tomorrow is another day,

Should I wait till my demons go away,

Though I’m certain I would want them to stay,

And let my past fall apart, and the pain fade away.