These Days

These days of late i really want to just fade away into death, fuck anymore trying, fuck all this cryin, i dont think i have anything left, im tired of it all, it not like i seem to get anywhere anyway, or anyhow, constantly on edge, and anxiety is always attacking me, just me with my hand upon my brow, nothing comes out even remotely like i hope, testing my patience, and all my emotions, i want to tie a noose so i gotta find the rope, i cant take this anymore, i hate myself most of all, if i was just dead, and gone already i wouldnt be fussin, and i wouldnt have to stall, im tired of it, i know im just a broken burden thats wasting away, and taking up the preciousness of another bright burning soul, i dont feel like im worth anything at all, as a matter of fact i probably deserved to fall.