sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

ballad of a total creep

mad, bad as blood–

not into the art

of talking much

and have no one;

bad, downright sad–

i feel all alone,

felt like a ghost,

but wanted none.

sad, killing vibe–

they pick me last,

they didn't trust,

and i just laughed;

vibe, passing time–

i rarely smile,

i always hide,

my friends choose sides.

need to touch some grass,

i went late to class,

i make my boyfriend

hate me more;

told Jesus jokes,

to a Christian girl,

i think my parents

wasn't proud at all–

for in every time,

still awake past nine–

i curl up and hide,

i just want to die.

cry, hate my own–

i should be mad,

i should be glad,

i should left home;

i am sir know-it-all:

sometimes it works,

most times it don't,

felt like a living joke.

i lied for the tenth time,

bookmarked a porn site,

thinking i'm their type,

i love a long sigh;

every poem i made is mid,

the guys i like were straight,

life is not i think it was

and i never asked for this.

i get drunk with just a cup,

kiss him with an open mouth,

think of things i don't think before–

piercing my eye with a fork;

masturbate when i get bored,

God only knows the pain i bore,

for each time i wake up–

it feels like i'm giving up.

when the sadness strikes,

i just want to fucking die;

shiny boy who ain't thought twice

is now a load of shitty lies–

makes me wanna cry,

an urge for suicide.

i don't know what's next in line–

i just want to sleep and hide,

i just want to have a little cry,

i just want to fucking die.

i just want to fucking die,

i just want to fucking die,

i just want to die.