Better off Dead - Yüth Forever

It lives in my home, it sleeps on my floor

Every night I hear it’s nails on my door

And kill every bit of hope before it leaves my pores

Stop coming to my house

Stop stealing words from my mouth

So I bite my tongue

To avoid confrontation or offending anyone

(Anxiety)

I’ll never win;

I can’t win

Just a hopeless villain

I don’t know when my demons conquered

Or when my skeleton softened

Or when the rest broke free from the closet

But I know every damn thing put a nail in my coffin

Distant, slime, lost, scum

All of the above

An embarrassment to everyone I love

The reaper still hasn’t come

I’m so sick of myself

So sick of screaming for help

I’m still in fucking hell

I’m still in fucking hell

Rendered motionless by anxiety

A dead man to be

Trapped by this dead mans dreams

Cursed with the nervous luck of being me

Fuck the doctor;

fuck his pills

Fuck the self-loathing that stems from the guilt

Fuck my arrogance;

fuck my carelessness

It’s irrelevant;

fuck my therapist

Better off dead

Let the grievance commence

I’m still second best

I’m still second best

Fuck