After this, I have nowhere to go.
After I do the show, life gets slow.
I get lost in all I can never know.
My pain, you don’t, want to know.
How can you just let go?
Same poem, different words.
Obsessive. Compulsive. Disorder.
Self sabotage, Major Depression. Suicidal Ideation.
Who cares? These are just feelings!
As fucked up as they may be, I’m a danger to nobody.
I don’t seem to count, Same Poem, different words.
I don’t want to be me, I don’t want to do this.
I don’t want to live, I really wish I could do this.
Who needs a suicide note, when you can write a poem?
same words different poem, same poem different words