These poems of mine my sanctuary These poems of mine won't you read them with me I find no comfort in my words but These poems of mine oh these poems of mine
I don't know how to look at myself
I'm tired
Tired of everything
It's a job i no longer want
I want to die
I want to die laying in the rain
Choking on my blood
As the moonlight holds me
But it's just one of those days
It has been for the last 10 years
But I can't do anything
I'll rather sit in my bed and rot
And think
Think of nothing really
Or how many people hate me
I am nothing when you finally realize
And maybe you'll come for me
Maybe not
Doesn't matter
I won't be there
Just one of those days