Everything hurts more
When you think you're nothing, not on the level of being a bore
I truthfully apologize to everyone i've ever met
Because my existence feels like nothing but a crime
My demise is slow
A cool fire burns me alive in my ill inferno
But on the outside oh!
What a show!
Is the smart boy still comedic when hes sharing his woes
Prose could not convey my stupid heart
It cannot trace the dark of my soul and dare call it art
In progress