psycho, neurotic, defunct.
Wash your hands until they burn, wash the sheets and the towels and use bleach damn it because nothing is ever clean enough.
Drive the car as far as it will go with the gas thats in it and pray that you make it to..
Where?
Where are you going? What are you looking for?
Your ears ache and your stomach churns and your fingers bleed from gripping too hard.
In the mirror view everything appears larger than it is in reality and the sounds sound too loud. If you screamed right now would you hear it?
Paint with black on the wall, paper the canvas with old receipts and business cards and try to make sense of what youve done with yourself for the last 50 years.
Waste more time with nothingness and drama and pray that nobody catches you in your depression because you know that the loony bin is too cold and white.. youd lose yourself there with pills and bed checks and people that are just like you. You'd have to be too honest there and you don't know how.
Dont you ever feel sorry for the things you do? When did your heart turn black and shrink to the size of a peanut? Doesn't that hurt?
Take a knife and cut until you feel something, because its true that chicks dig scars.
Roll the boulder over the baby to see what happens and laugh at the death you caused with your own hand.
Procreate for lack of anything better to do but ignore the children as they cry out in pain and hunger.. pawn them off on anyone that will have them and live your small life for what it is.
Now, just once, for the first time or the last tell me, what have YOU done with your life?
Because there are days now that I miss you but I'm beginning to forget what you sound like and what you smell like. Your face is a blur to me and you should know something.
I like it that way.
Wash your hands until they burn, wash the sheets and the towels and use bleach damn it because nothing is ever clean enough.
Drive the car as far as it will go with the gas thats in it and pray that you make it to..
Where?
Where are you going? What are you looking for?
Your ears ache and your stomach churns and your fingers bleed from gripping too hard.
In the mirror view everything appears larger than it is in reality and the sounds sound too loud. If you screamed right now would you hear it?
Paint with black on the wall, paper the canvas with old receipts and business cards and try to make sense of what youve done with yourself for the last 50 years.
Waste more time with nothingness and drama and pray that nobody catches you in your depression because you know that the loony bin is too cold and white.. youd lose yourself there with pills and bed checks and people that are just like you. You'd have to be too honest there and you don't know how.
Dont you ever feel sorry for the things you do? When did your heart turn black and shrink to the size of a peanut? Doesn't that hurt?
Take a knife and cut until you feel something, because its true that chicks dig scars.
Roll the boulder over the baby to see what happens and laugh at the death you caused with your own hand.
Procreate for lack of anything better to do but ignore the children as they cry out in pain and hunger.. pawn them off on anyone that will have them and live your small life for what it is.
Now, just once, for the first time or the last tell me, what have YOU done with your life?
Because there are days now that I miss you but I'm beginning to forget what you sound like and what you smell like. Your face is a blur to me and you should know something.
I like it that way.
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reverendbenzo:
Well said.
thejuanupsman:
I have no words to give in response to that other than, yeah I think I know how you feel. Now get out of my head.