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My Last fairwell

my life is pointless
my hearts in pain
half the time i wanna go insane
i look in the mirror
it shatters and brakes
i feel my life is bound to this fate
im all tore up
my minds in shambles
i look away
i try to run
but there i find myself pointing a gun
to my reflection
why should i live
i hate myself i just want to give
i turn from the past
but see no futcher
im a waste of flesh i need a butcher
to clean my bones and set me free
theres just nothing left for me
all i had
well thats gone
now were moving to a god forsaken farm
to be hid from life
and to be lost in hell
past this point i bid
my last fairwell