dead rotting deer carcass

stop asking me if im alright

when you know im not alright

you should know better than that

and the fact that you do

and that doesn't occur to you

makes me feel even worse

who the fuck are you

and where is the person i knew

is this what i can expect for the future

a lifetime of disappointments

and goodbyes

growing bitter by the hour

hating every single smile i see

you make your calls from the brighter side of the street

try a day in my shoes 

try an hour in my worst day

life lessons from degenerate swine

shitting on the little guy

to make yourself feel better

you jump from lap to lap

so that you don't have to figure out

how to do a goddamn thing for yourself

someone will always be around to take care of you

and you self inflict in private because of this fact

cut yourself when the doors are closed

when the layers are off

and the horror is real

and the mirror reflects the shit that you really are

you'll never pick away the bad in you

cause thats all there is left

and at the peak of it all

is the fact that destroys you

that all the books you read

and all the things you internalize

don't add up to shit

when you realize

you're just another pretty face

and thats all you are

getting nowhere with nothing

cause you want to be so much more than that

but you never figured out how to do a goddamn thing

for yourself

everyone you ever care about

will tire of you

and let you go for something better

because no one wants a future

with a mess like you