I hope you get exactly what your waiting for
I do
And I know it’s not me

“It’s a bad day, not a bad life”

As you force my head to the bottom of the bathtub
The waters already over me entirely
What do you expect
It’s been about 10 years
And it still effects

They used to think I was crazy
The would give me pills to “fix” me
I wasn’t crazy I just didn’t understand things
I was young!
But still I think it over and over that maybe I am
My own therapist quit his job
I remember just siting there with my head down listening to the words coming from your mouth
“It’s like he couldn’t help him”
I was young!
But maybe it was you that was crazy
You shouldn’t have to put anybody
Not even a kid through that
It messes with them

I wonder how many people got feelings for me
I don’t know anybody who would find myself  interesting
It would feel nice to know I impacted someone so dearly
But alas I would never know because I too am scared to tell

“I kissed enough bathroom sinks to
Make up for the lovers that never loved me”

Note to self:

Work on communication