FUCK UP

yeah, i fucked it up

so? what else is new?

i fuck up everything i try

fucking up is what i do

everyone was praying

asking God to help somehow

but i still fucked up, i still got kicked out

even God doesn't want me now

He doesn't want me to be happy

He doesn't care that i cry

He doesn't want me to get through this

He won't care when i die

You might think that's extreme

that i should still hang on

but i've been holding on for much too long

i just can't be that strong

i've been digging and digging a hole

it just gets more and more deep

finally they've covered the top

and left me in here to weep

but weeping, i won't do

i won't let them be satisfied

i'll sit by myself in that deep dark hole

till i've wasted away and died

maybe then they'll be happy

that they sent me home

that they pointed me to suicide

and caused me to write this poem

i hope that makes them happy

i hope from this they learn

that when you're not helped up to heaven

you're left in hell to burn