Requiem for the Fucked Up Life

f*ck the world f*ck the love f*ck the fucked up life its been cursed whats the matter you fucker im not the cause shut the f*ck up cunt youre not so fun count zero to hunnit why my eyes are so hummid as your pussy yeah honey you like it to hurt me memories hunt me my brain is damn haunted is there any fuckin/ thing that is left for me nowhere to be noway to heal climbin the hills for no point how should i live how should i breathe i cannot kill all my rough thoughts i want your hand on my hand or on my neck live or die both would be fine no matter what just make it sure, right? so that this fuckin shit could be an art my brains so numb i am so dumb what should i do not to fell in a gulf f*ck you/ mofucker why do i need to/ do something who the f*ck gonna say those are my fault wanna blame you and you and the world but i know that ill just smile and do harder work is it too fuckin hard to love me damn i give myself to harmful ones once i was happy, for real i can be happier than anyone just if i get enough waitin for gettin up im not the unhappy one just fuckin shitty things happen and make me fucked up im fucked up fucked up enough to be the fuckin art itself f*ck fuckin fucked up are you okay get another life the better one