I know this sounds
lunatic
but believe me when
I say
That you're the only
thing in this god
forsaken world
that keeps me from
taking it all away.
No oozing wounds
on my skin
or bruises black as
lead,
unless you take a
small glimpse,  
a peak inside
my head.
I wish somehow
I could show you
why sometimes I act
so deranged
But,
I'm afraid all
I'll prove is that
my mind isn't
all that sane.
I long for death
himself to come
and **** my last
breath away,
judging by the weight
of sins I carry
it hardly seems
a price to pay.
You never answer
the one question
I constantly ask,
which means I must
be correct.
You know that
I'm never fully here
and that's
why you love me,
isn't it?
You want to mend
my faulty feathers
with no realization that
I'll never fly again.
Pick me up
in your palms,
or leave me by
the side of
the road for dead.
An easy,
everyday decision for you
But for me it's
live or die
Just tell me where,
and when
to squeeze that trigger
&
that'll leave me satisfied.