My mood is as black as crows,
outside I barely feel my nose.
Walking, I have shivers to my toes,
no matter how thick my clothes.
Everything lately really blows,
whether this is my mood, who knows.
I’m feeling pains in my wrist,
to take them away would be bliss.
I’m always so extremely pisst,
at the sound of my mother, I hiss.
The condensation in my room drips,
reminds me everything in life is piss.
In my ear all I hear is conflict,
I’m scared to endure the next trick.
One thing’s for sure, life’s a bitch,
and my sister is a dirty little snitch.
I’m not asking remotely to be rich,
I just don’t want to wish I was dead in a ditch.