I don't wanna get personal and hurt anyones feelings,
So I spit disses at myself, while I'm kneeling here revealing,
My ego towards the audience,
Take shots if you must,
Aim straight towards the body and,
Unveil my disgust,
Get personal and deep,
Like I'm a ******* creep,
That masturbates to pictures,
Of my sister while she sleeps,
I've got **** covered shoulders,
Acne on my back,
Incisors, canines, molars,
Covered all in plaque,
Had a *****, bu I told her,
To go make a stack,
Now in bed, I feel colder,
Cause she's never coming back,
She's out in town, feeling older,
Showing of her rack,
Gang banged by some soldiers,
That ****, then call her fat...
I had it all,
A nice ***** to satisfy every fetish,
Until I showed my insecurities,
And showed that I was jealous,
Then she held the power,
And broke us apart,
And I shattered to pieces,
And deserted my heart,
Now I take up the art,
Of writing poetry,
But that won't fill my cart,
With essential groceries,
And I'm unmotivated,
And way too lazy,
Anxiety dominated,
And ******* crazy,
Probably going legit insane,
With these "facts" my father put up in my brain,
Knowing you're thinking of a ******* shoe brand,
Whenever someone says my name,
Probably getting pretty annoyed,
When I just bought this ***** a "toy",
And she turns to me, acting all coy,
Asking if I know any cute boys,
I'll never amount to anything,
Mentally or physically,
Because I won't put in the effort,
And I'll just watch time killing me,
Waiting for the final year,
The final day, the final hour,
Or maybe offing myself,
With this depression looming over me like a tower.
I'm done.

As I sit and think,
I reach the brink,
Of mental exhaustion,
Not heeding to caution,
All the pain in my head,
I'm reaching the limit,
Of life and death,
And the reality gimmick,
Everything is perfectly placed,
Yet nothing has meaning,
I feel disgraced,
Yet I have no feeling,
When my thoughts grow larger,
The nerve receptors break,
Not tempting to barter,
With whatever makes,
Other portions,
Of consciousness spark,
There's no assortment,
We're just one part,
Floating in the void,
The vast nothingness,
Defined as girls ad boys,
And transgenders bluffing it,
All identities breaking,
Anf omring stronger bonds,
To another unreal self,
Lounging on the lawn,
Sipping a cup,
Of unsweetened tea,
And diving further,
Into reality.

I sit and think,
And sink in pits,
Of **** and stink,
While they throw fits,
Yet I'm content,
From day to day,
And whatever is meant,
For me today,
Will come out,
Of my hushed mouth,
The word will be spread,
From North to South,
So if you decide,
To join in this pit,
Then open wide,
And taste the ****.

******* falling bricks,
Knock me to the track,
So I get the mud-view.
There is so much ****,
Pulling, holding me back,
From telling you, "I love you."
Bricks made of ego,
And track made of mud,
So the path I take,
Doesn't reduce the thud,
Of trauma to the head,
And boil to the blood,
So I wish for death,
Until the final fiery flood.

Fear is a wooden door,
That I like to open,
In my head, it's stored,
And the lock is broken,
I have never opened,
The door all the way,
Just a crack, hoping,
The other side will convey,
The smallest amount,
Of unneeded fear,
To race my heart without,
Death seeming near,
Sometimes, when I'm away,
The door starts to open,
A creepy creature may,
Try to arise unspoken,
An eerie specimen,
Creeping through the door,
Appearing as a vessel in,
The form of a *****,
A gilded demon,
The epitome of fear,
A panic attacking seeming,
To ever draw near,
Luckily, I'm in the mind,
So this **** can't hurt me,
I just have to wait blind,
Until this thing deserts me,
I start to wonder why,
I every peer in the first place,
At the other side,
When I know that my worst days,
Are full of things,
That show impending doom,
Cause that door brings,
Fear from a room,
Made of nothingness,
A chilling disgust,
But if I can't trust in this,
What can I trust?
When my mind is all,
That I've ever known,
How can the mental king,
Vacate his mental throne?

I feel like if I was insane,
That would mean that I am sane,
Cause I'm so far out of it,
That I doubt that I'm in brain,
Still caught up in my mind,
Which is fine,
Cause diving times arise,
When reminiscing on my life,
I'm out of the box,
Shot straight past the membrane,
That voice in my head,
Has been tamed,
Killed dead,
And then framed,
For ****** of self,
Like ego death,
So no shame,
For everything he did,
And everything he will do,
So if you catch the *******,
Or he psychologically screws you,
Know the test still lingers,
And he's bringing up old news,
Learn from the anger,
Or learn from the cold blues,
So now you know that he has no constraints,
And by him of course, I mean me,
Although I'm feeling 'out of sane',
I'm insane psychologically,
Medication, Risperdal,
Slight sedation, off the wall,
Abilify, Invega, Clorazil,
**** it, down another pill,
Pepsi, coke, sugar, cane,
Now you know I'm out sane.