I wish I killed myself last night,
Done something to make things right.
Because now they're not,
I wish my body could just rot.
The emptiness inside of me is filled,
But not with happiness, that guy was killed.
Rather, loneliness is now my essence.
I know it doesn't make much sense.
Now all I am, just me alone,
Still sitting on my phone.
Not for reaching out or finding help,
But rather crying and destructuring myself.
I'm not sure how much longer I can last,
It never was this bad in my entire past.
I derived my life and got a negative,
The graph could be a bit more sensitive...
Sensitive to trying, to changing me,
I'm not the person I could be.
I guess my effort was a waste,
Just like a drug that has been laced.