Screwed Poem by Laura Strom

can u tell me how to win
back my lyfe and how
i'm suppose to go on now
without control wallowing
in this eternal abyss
or if i'll even be missed
by the ones the loved me
and why i'm falling.
i don't even know why
but i've been calling
for help while i cried
and you didn't care
you were never there
it's too late to repent
for i've spent every last cent
of my redemption change
no way around the truth
can't get to flippn' the mood
i guess i'm just screwed.