"Oh my God konsept wrote a poem!" Lol, help me with the title...

[konsept]

I'm not depressed, depressed is when you have something to get off of your chest,
I feel like cutting myself until I don't have any skin left,
You wouldn't understand what this feels like,
you wouldn't understand what this feels like,
You really don't understand what this feels like,
But tonight, I'm going to do it right,
I'm tired of losing a fight,
And this bleak pointless existence is all that's in my sights,
The things I put into my body, drained me of all of my power,
I just wanted to feel good, even if it was for half of a fucking hour,
And this is what I get?
This is all that I have left?
This is the fate I have met?
My logistics and laws of physics still don't explain my pointless existence,
When it's said and done,
The most they'll say is "good riddance"
I'm devestated because I hesitated....
I hesitated because I thought my pain would gradually fade, and
Guess what, it didn't,
I'm not asking,
I'm trying,
I'm crying,
If I'm lying,
I'm dying,
But I suppose it doesn't really matter since,
This life is all I have to work with,
Don't worry ,
This was just the plea of a fucked up kid.

 

[SelectionIll]

may be a bit "convenient" but i think the "plea of a fucked up kid" has a pleasant ring to it.
seemore
if you're looking for something a bit more obscure, how about:
"I love my Total Hip"

 

[nephil]

morning after that day