my days taste like coffee
as i beg and plead
for something stronger
and my heart beats faster
til I feel it in my chest
and hate it
i pray it’ll cease

my days feel like metalcore
angry and screaming
occasional melodic refrains
paranoid and tormented
staring into death

and you know what
Pattern is useless
I just need to ******* SCREAM
and maybe I’ll be heard

Ha!

What a joke.

No one listens

I’ll never be heard

So just let me get out of your way