Fragile Mind

This is the start Of week one reality hasn't hit This is the story of how fragile The human mind really is I don't know where I was Or what I was taking in But I had a feeling What little was left Would soon be meaningless It was then the weeks rolled on It took endless bottles, and mental blocks I remember when I still cared I don't see that person anywhere Pretty sure I left him dying At the doorstep of hell This is the start of week twelve I fucking hate myself And this shit will never work It takes a lot to admit what I just did And to really believe it I now know That this has made me sick Blocking out What I knew with poison I feel this in my bones My life, and my interior Is telling me I want to die I now know I will always be alone when I'm at my lows Nobody cares no time to try Everybody has got their own Through this exit wound in my head The suffering will pass along Selfishly Through the exit wound in my head This is the end of week fifty-two I have became a corpse And buried myself with no strength This was my week to seek Death --- Fragile Mind - Beguiler