“So is it courage or strength
and is that what I’m waiting for?
If I could just kill myself
would it also kill the remorse?
I wanted so badly to catch a break
but I’m only breaking down.
I’m still here and standing
but if it’s up to me
I don’t think I’ll be hanging around
The drink slips down my throat
and the burn cures nice and slow.
All the worst parts I wouldn’t want you to see
The only parts left of me
Now, here I am
Just a kid without a better plan.
But it’s the simple thoughts that haunt me the most.