Going

Don’t whisper now of happy endings
Of hope and stuff of dreams!
I’m so tired now of those kind lies
Your eyes only deny where I’ve been


And don’t pretend when you can’t bear to look
Upon my deranged face
I see the pain I cause your eyes
So be free from my disgrace

But please don’t tell me I’m all messed up
And that there’s good and beauty and truth
Don’t tell me there’s a pill for ill
That I can be free from all I chose

Believe me when I fall and weep
It’s no trick of broken mind
Don’t tell me we can think away the scars
With thoughts that are pretty and kind

Because I know the world’s fucked up
And I’m tired
I’m tired
I’m worn

So don’t tell me to pick myself up
Be better
Be patient
Less forlorn


Because all I want
Is to be alone
Or to be
Unborn