A special kind of crazy
An eccentric mess
Coupling self hatred and endless sadness
With a morbid sense of humor
Laughing at my own pain
Staring straight at the pills in my hand
And seeing the ridiculousness and hilarity of my suicide attempt
My self destruction makes me smile
My depression is funny
Because I'm doing nothing to help myself
Like I'm tying my shoelaces together
Bringing about my own failure
And giggling at the outcome