there comes a point where you've fucked up so many peoples lives along with your own that

you get used to it

It even becomes kinda boring

the adrenaline rush

The adrenaline rush that made your heart beat with purpose whenever you would do

something good

or something bad

is no longer there,

no matter what you do

and time's running out

every emotion now melts together

your self destructive behavior

in order to feel something real

does not excite you anymore.

you've fucked up so bad,

that you've turned into a lowlife,

a spoiled

fucking

child

willing to ruin everything to make sure

it's still breathing,

existing.

but here's the catch,

no one gives a fuck about you anymore,

the more you fuck people's spirits up,

the less you exist in their hearts

and the time you had to fix it all has ran out

now little by little,

you disappear,

not enough to exist on your own.

people forget about you

and wasn't your face in their memories all you had?

do you feel yourself fading away?

do you see the relief in people's eyes?

where is the line that indicates if a person is bad or has done bad things out of need

After how many mistakes

are you considered a mistake?

cause the noise, it won't stop

And the things you did to let you breathe

are giving you up

your lungs are gasping for purpose

and your heart is slowing down

you've crossed the line

you've crossed the line and there's no turning back

Time's up