Better Off

Gone is my will to continue
To continue pretending I’m okay,
That it’s not affecting me.

I can’t explain
The feelings I feel
Just that I’m going insane
In this house of torture.

If I had the guts
I’d run away in a heartbeat
No place in mind
Anywhere but here.

If I had the guts
I’d just slit my wrists
Or swallow a bottle of pills
Anything but go on.

I hate the thoughts in my head
The buzzing
That keeps me awake
And worn out

I’m tired of the lies
And the secrets
And of home
And of life

Maybe I’d be better off
Away.
Maybe I’d be better off
Dead.