The End Can't Be Much Worse

Outside again, while the rain is pouring

Drowning the land all around

Helpless and cold—doing all not to let go

But my grip is slipping again

Getting fucked up to forget the mess I’m in

Acting without a care for death

But then the act snaps

And fear is all that’s left

I feel the world closing in around

Inhale the smoke but

The rain is killing the burn

Leaving me feeling lost again

I can’t handle the pressure

It weighs on me too much

And I’m so confused by how to deal.

Trying to cut the stress out

But it always comes back

And I’m tired of being scratched and scarred

I’m running out of ways to deal

Nothing seems to last for long

I think I might give up

—The end can’t be much worse