fucked

i wrote thios six month ago while staying in a homeless shelter

i die a little every day
my life is fucked in every way
suicide is on my mind
cant take my eyes off whats behind
the past is past is what they say
but i cant seem to look away
from all the things that i have done
out of a stupid search for fun
or things that have been done to me
by fucked up friends and family
im fucked for life or so it seems