I beat myself up for hurting Decide not to procrastinate And decide to implement that Wonderful decision later
Later when my pen is dry And my eyes Fall out of my head To watch my self-inflicted Demise.
And part of me wonders at the irony Will anyone ever read this? Let me invite you inside my head You would be the only welcome visitor Will you take my problems when you leave? A parting gift Apart from me your head is full Of what you see And so no one will EVER see things the way I do And yet Why Do I Still Try ?