Issues

Living in a daze,

Always in a haze,

Tryna find my way out my own maze.

Eyes always in a glaze.

Life isn’t always about the raves,

But this is the life I gave.

I feel so insane,

Nothing left to gain,

Leaving every town some lonely trains.

I did this to myself,

“How could she ever love herself??”

“She’s completely shattered,

Falling off the ladders.”

“She was served to everyone on a fucking platter.

Like she ever really mattered.”

I was used like a tool,

For so many fools.

Everyone said I was the one to blame,

Making me go completely insane.

It is my mind I now need to tame.

I will never be the same.

What a fucking shame.

“So much potential,

But now she’s gone mental.”

You’re the fucking issue,

The reason for my tissues.

You helped to take my innocence,

Living with no consequence.

What’s the fucking matter??

Did I make you shatter??

Ima eat your heart out on this fucking platter.

I hope you break your bladder,

Always left me feeling sadder.

Like I’m the one to blame,

I’ll never be the same.

Played with my life like it’s a fucking game.

Now I can’t be tamed.

Got all these fucking issues,

I’m tired of using tissues.

Funny how it goes,

Nobody knows.

You get to live in bliss,

No PTSD to assist.

I guess you got the gift.

I’ll let karma play her game,

I know I’m not the same,

I’m gonna leave this town on the A Train.

I’ll be climbing the ladder,

Fall and shatter.

You’re my pitter patter.

Goodbye to this disaster.