Waking up suicidal

penniless, broken and a wasted

getting used to the desperation - the sweat, the panic

can't find a reason to maintain this charade

why the fuck should I keep going when every day gets more meaningless?

what do you want me to say? everything is not ok

I used to think that I was good enough

but now the easiest decisions are just too much

you have your status and all of your money so don't presume to understand

so don't patronize me privileged fucker

you could never know what it's like to feel so starved

at the end of a short rope

at the end of every night - ask yourself

what is left of your life?

it's a disease