What a fucked up life, <br />what a tragic way to die, <br />bloody knife in shaking hand, <br />colored pills littering my floor. <br /> <br />What a fucked up way to live, <br />slit wrists and glazed eyes, <br />mental counts of prescription dose. <br />You can't stay awake, <br />but your panicky eyes won't close. <br /> <br />What a fucked up world, <br />dead babies, dead mommies and daddies. <br />obituaries litter my floor, <br />every fucking person i lost. <br /> <br />Where's my fucking knife, <br />where are those goddamn pills? <br />I need my release, <br />my control. <br />I need to feel alive, <br />someone bring me to life.<br /><br />Ann Thrope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fucked-up/
