Depressed, Alone, and Broken

Better Off Dead

I trusted you

I let you in

I was stupid enough to forget and forgive

I don't know what is wrong with me.

Thinking that I could trust someone. 

I'm fucking crazy.

I don't know where I went wrong,

But, yet again,

I've messed the whole thing up.

Like I always do.

This broken friendship,

It is just proof.

Proof that I

Am better off dead.

Better off dead

Than living in constant agony.

Than living in hell.

Than fighting for a world that will never accept me.

Than suffering any more.

So I guess I should be thanking you,

For showing me my true calling.

That I'm better off dead.