Last Laugh

i dont hate the world i just wish i wasnt in it im so far apart from it and not like the earth or the inhabitants in it im cold and soulless dark and gloomy flowers bloom every spring i dont bloom i deteriorate every spring my heart feels heavy with all of Pandoras deadly secrets pouring out of its box into me burning and blistering my skin so much pain im in not on the surface but within. No im not that type of sick im sick in the way of sick in the head no one cares if your that type of sick.Its one easily fixed. One shot of heroine will help your relax. an antidepressant will fix those bad chemicals within a year. One night with a sexy prostitue will be worth your while or you can just snap out of it. But not me im not ever changing like those flowers blooming in the spring I am a forever wilting rose only im like the phrase guns and roses i can pull the trigger,hold the knife,pop the pills. i can take a life before i die and before they know me as nothing theyll know me as the person who had the last laugh