Numb,
Aching pain.
I'm sad again.
Will I get better?
Can I hide this *****
Shame from you people any longer?
Watch me bleed out from my eyes
And my veins. Blurring the lines between logic
And insanity. Rapacious appetite for drugs and women not
Sated. Maybe I can be like the rest of this
Town and blow out a vein or two. Maybe like others
In this town I have to have them while they are young.
Maybe I should be alone in a darkened room listening to Elliott Smith
Cutting myself, jerking off with my blood to emo girl ****, crying deeply. Numb
To your feelings and concern while you quietly overlook the insanity unfolding before you now.