If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit the fuck next to me.

I don't know what I want to do with my life
I'm not a teenager anymore.
No longer a fucked up teen, is what I'm trying to say.

Of all the fucked up problems in the world,
I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder.
Shut the front door, no way.
What the fuck is that even?

I want everyone to just fuck off.
I want to disappear.
I hate everyone -
even my family and friends, and they've been good to me.

Sometimes, on good days, I feel happy.
But the feeling is momentary, temporary, fleeting, finite.
The only people that get me through the day,
Are people I have never met in my life.

Fucked up, world.
You done fucked up, boy.
I'm fucked.
Fuct.