i'm not doing so hot.
no, i'm not suicidal.
my emotions are just shot.
my mind's stuck on idle.
no, i don't want to live.
but don't worry, i won't die.
because i've got shit to give
and don't want my family to cry.
and cry they do, over my pain.
it makes me feel blatantly shit
they just love me (must be insane
to forgive my fuck ups and forget).
no, i'm the insane one.
my therapists wouldn't agree.
regardless, i'm hopeless, just done.
i'll never be fucking free.
