Portrait of a Girl's Angst

I burnt another hole in my lungs,
Slashed my wrists
Just to see if I was alive.
And now I’m drowning in this crimson tub.
They feel sorry for you
And ashamed of me.

It would have been great
If I had grown up,
Married you,
Spat out two point three kids.
But I can’t do that now
And it’s my fault.
Always my fault…

You must know that I’m fucked up;
Or at least know that I’m fucked

Never mind the laws;
Or the pills;
Or the smiles;
That I have to break, take and fake
Just to be happy.

But you wouldn’t know that
Unless you look inside and imagine
Lying dead in a world that thinks you’re still alive;
Admiring the beauty of your corpse.