Done.

Done trying,
because no matter what I do,
you will never, ever approve.
It will never be good enough for you.
Done crying,
what is the point?
I don't care anymore,
someone just pass me a fucking joint.
Done trying to impress you and make you proud,
Why don't you just admit it?
All you want to do is put me in the fucking ground.
You don't even want me around.
I never fail at failing all your tests,
so you put me down, to make yourself feel like the best.
I feel so low,
and it's all your fault.
I am so done,
just hand me a fucking gun.
Better yet,
you put it to my head,
pull the trigger,
paint the room red.
Maybe then,
you will finally realize,
how much I tried to make you proud.
How much I tried to be perfect and good enough for you,
just to smile and say I am proud of you.
Maybe then you will realize,
that I wasn't the one that was wrong.
Maybe then you will realize,
that in fact, me admitting I needed help,
proved that i wasn't too far gone.
Maybe then you will realize,
that I wasn't crazy..
I was just crying out for help,
for love.
I hope you are glad,
because now I am going to the Heavens above..