Blah blah blah

Feel so dumb, 
feel so confused. 
Chewed up spat out,
feel so fucking used.
My dad died boys, 
and it weren’t on the news. 
Guess what’s important to me,
means fuck all to you. 
I feel like I’m dying,
I’m really losing grip.
Put myself in places where I could fucking slip.
I’ve already said I can’t choose my death,
so let a paigon take me away from this mess.
I just want to die,
In private I cry.
Just waiting for life to pass me,
Bye.