Stitches

Im So Fucking Done

I'm so done with everything,
And everyone.

Are you finally satisfied,
Now that you've finally won?

Do you laugh as I break?

Do you sigh at the problems I make?

Do you smirk,
When you think of how I have no worth?

Well, I've got a message for you.

I'm so fucking done.

With you,
And dad too.

With my life,
And my struggle against strife.

With blood,
And mud.

With rain,
And no gain.

With all this pain,
And being the bane,
Of your joy.

You were always right.

I'm trash and filth,
And a mess too.

I've broken.

Have you?

Or are you whole and complete,
While my soul is obsolete?

Are you okay,
While all I can think about is how I don't want to live another day?

Are you full of mirth?

Or are you regretting my birth?

Is enough, enough?

Or must you go on,
Singing that same goddamn song?

Am I all that's left,
Of that one gift?

Of the life you gave birth to?

Of the union between my father and you?

Of the girl you loved so true?

Am I only garbage to you?

Maybe I am,
And maybe it's true.

But here's reassurance for you.

I'm so fucking done,
I don't care if you say my problems have only begun.

They're more than I can handle,
And quite enough.

Now, it's time for my life to go,
It's the end for me.

I hope you can see,
The fault was always on me.