Broken Down

Who do I have to thank for this wonderful gift;
A broken heart and a pile of shit.
Benevolence dies in this mind set's shift
And another dream falls down this bottomless pit.

There's no humor in this.
I'd rather be dead.
A cut to my wrist
And a bullet to the head.
I see no bliss
No future ahead.
Just take this life
I want to be dead.

I'm the one who suffers at another heart's content.
For all the pain they give me, who are they to tell me to repent?
Always telling me just to let them go..
Where's the truth in that?
I'll never fucking know.

This feeling inside is driving me insane.
Who'd ever think the ones you "love" could put you through so much pain.
The things I would do for one more kiss,
When this life is gone, maybe then I'll be missed.