Dead as shit and I can't throw a fit
Living my life off well
Even though it feels like Hell
Dying inside but I am alive
This is good but it doesn't feel right

Is this as good as it gets?
Because if this is it
Then I'm concerned
Dead as Hell
Inside my mind
Everyone can tell

Laying down in my bed
Waiting for the apologies to write themselves
They won't, though, it's a tragedy
Dead as shit
But nothing fits

Pieces of the puzzle aren't matching
Like they did once before
Knock up on the back door
Who the fuck is at my house
I'm ready to burn it down

Anxiety reading its poetry to me
I feel horrible. I feel bleak
I am tired and and...