Sick Fuck

[all_for_nothing]

I don't think that my health's doing too well.
The muscles in my legs swell.
I write so hard that my veins pop to the surface of my skin.
I liked being pale; But now I'm so pale that my veins are so blue,
Luminous through my skin;
And I'm scared to say that I'm doing bad.
Hell, I'm losing score. I can't talk or write anymore.

I listen to music so loud, my ears ring.
I scream so loud, I can't sing.
So deep my wounds are that I'm stuck with them forever.
The guilt so I'll keep from cutting myself, too much to endeavor.

Carrots promised sparkles to my eyes. Now I'm blind;
So I'll be healthy if I eat a lot. I'm fat so I find.
Pretty hair, but I'm stuck with sickening dandruff.
To be good at guitar, I have to have callus's. My finger's are rough.

Maybe I'll pass away to a better day.
I'm a sick fuck...a sick fuck...we're fucked.