Broke my sobriety, broke my head again. You broke my thoughts again, I broke my heart again. Can I sing? Can I make it for tomorrow? Am I useless, was I worthless, was I useless. I am sorry, I took the pills again. I hate it when the past leaks in. “ you do it for attention” echos like knifes in the kitchen drawer. Is it attention? Always been bullied and lied too. Didn’t learn what it was like receiving attention. I forced it for myself and I broke myself ? I won’t admit it? I jsut did I fucked up but am I a real fuck up? Honestly I stare at myself and I am death, to myself not the entity death. Guess I won’t even mean much, seem much , worth much. . Haha I thought I could free myself. . I did and I got shut down. .
