Why do I rhyme
Why do I write
I honestly don't know
And never will
I guess words are the useless power
Of this useless cold-blooded coward
That writes random sentences beneath
The cold water of the cold shower
Why do I do this
Why don't I just ask for help
I honestly don't know
And never will
I can only guess it all started
That morning I woke up
After hours on the bathroom floor
How?
I honestly don't know
And never will
I just remember the bruise on my head
And in my head, that bruise is still there
When I went back to my bed
I knew it wasn't there
But I still saw bloodshed
Shed blood atop my sheets
Why?
I honestly don't know
And never will
I guess its that disgusting scent
That disgusting sentiment
That urge to write one line
About anyone I've known
Or ever will
I've longed for a punishment
That will test this writer's will
They say heaven will
But they're dead,
To me at least