It Makes You Wonder Where Things Went Wrong

Suicide journals and broken pens
Intentional separation from old friends
Sinking down in a destructive haze
Counting off those last few days

Cold coffee and shaking fingertips
Exhausted ideas from splitting lips
Home alone for the third time that week
And watching the future becoming bleak

Loud music and stomach aches
Pronounced pain without any breaks
Crying out that same old song
No longer the one forced to be strong

Bright ligts and breakdowns
Get the fuck outta this town
Don't fake the empathy
You know it's just the apathy

Black parades and slamming doors
Living is just another chore
Dreaming isn't worth the shame
Everyone knows this isn't fame

Broken memories and sick hearts
Good old days weren't worth the start
Avert all eyes from this sick sight
Is anything really worth the fight?

Transparent feelings and another 'hero'
Online friends are totaled at zero
Too many lies to keep them at bay
There's no more reasons for them to stay