Did They F*ck Me Up?

Did they f*ck me up and drive me mad
With what they did and  what they said?
The tears still well behind my eyes;
The thoughts still run through my worried head.

You want to be your very best
but they knock your confidence and your self worth.
And so trying to live with the approval of others
Becomes a kind of bloody curse.

Pointless.

We're stuck for life with who we are
Carrying our failings like a scar
And there's no easy way out.
Living life feeling uncertain
Consumed always with our self- doubt.

I could happily go out and get drunk (pissed)
Then come home and slash my wrists

But it would be unfair:
Blood left on the floor and on my bed:
I couldn't help clear up the mess
If I were dead.

It would be unfair to expect others to clean up after me.

MDC