Crutch

I can't have the weight of your world Crushing my chest I can't fucking breathe I've been told things will get better Not as far as I can see This is starting to strip your world Your self-centred sociopathic manipulative mentality I am out of ways of coping Done with dwelling on the past the start of tranquility Appreciate me for nothing Nobody should Remember this disgusting heap I want fucking ghosts To keep my company I scare the fucking hell out of myself I disappoint you and those around me I don't know what would fucking help me I wish I had a .12 gauge in the mouth And I'll slip down To the unholy south Where my body drops into the fate I was bound You have literally pushed me to the point I don't give a fuck About you or anything else You expected a crutch From my broken fucking legs Any voice is dull When I just have a voice telling me Fucking taunting me Striking me it says "Kill yourself" "You are just suffering for nothing" "Suppress you won't There is a reason you don't sleep" "Kill yourself, now" "Why the fuck are you waiting" "What has carried you this far Is as dead as your inevitable unfolding" This is why I hate when people rely on me For their own fucking happiness what about me Where was this selflessness that you hold above me There is no stability in a burning fucking train wreck And all I can think is none of this will matter When I'm dead, and done --- Crutch - Beguiler