I sit around on the floor, naked and alone
Waiting for the phone to ring to take me home

How am I supposed to reach out when it's not manly to cry

Or want to die

Or want to give up when everyone tells you to smile

Your arms can't embrace my soul
Only the carcass that holds bile
No one wants to deal with your *******
Not even for the slightest while

You're better off dead
Or offline
Or on meds
On your off time
On your soft bed
With one leg

Swinging off the edge



Hoping there's no bottom when you land upon your head
Because

You've landed on your feet and broken both ankles
Pulled a muscle
Tore a meniscus
Bruised your hips
Split your lip trying to stand
Just to be told
Don't beat yourself up

What the ****

Am I both the bully and the victim?

Can this vicious cycle called life create such a ****** up system?


I'm no martyr.

I'm just a sorry ******* who hates himself knowing others have it harder
And still feels so desperate

Love is such a desolate area in my chest that it
Seems remote and unwelcoming
But with a well rested estimate
Of all the energy that it takes the human body to frown

And make sure that there is still enough fuel to run that trip, but not turn around


I swear I'll drive us in to a river.

Say one more thing to **** me off
I've been searching for the excuse to deliver.

I don't just want to die
I want to erase any part of my existence so no one will hurt or cry
Or wonder why

It would make it all so much easier

Life's not a *****,

She's simply a tease with no way of ever truly pleasing her.