Done

I have a bunch of expired coupons
And a mind that works against me.
Inside my old broken picture box hides
A heart that hoped to be set free.

The world finally won
I'm done,
So send a little love
To someone who might care.

I have a grenade instead of a pen
And it's better with words than me.
Inside my long-forgotten conscious hides
The empath that I used to be.

It was hard until it wasn't,
Now nothing is enough.
I never cared for the answer,
I quit when life got tough.