Nothing Wrong With Me

there’s nothing wrong with me. . . i am staring at the tv screen, i should be laughing- i am i guess it’s a hollow giggle above something horrid beneath you stomped to the kitchen i rolled my eyes drunk again, what’s new? you threatened to swallow all the lithium pills oh like i have not heard that one before there’s nothing wrong with me, you baby put that knife away you’re not gonna do it you know you’re not gonna. . . you went out on the porch i sunk into the comfortable chair it’s so comfortable, it hurts you’re moaning, i wanna die… i wanna die i swallow my soda and sigh You, You think I’m cold, You think I’m uncaring, selfish, indifferent, You think I’m a monster, doing nothing And in a way, maybe I am, But that’s what you made of me I’m done I’m sick of the same **** It’s what I am Every drink you chug, Ever pill you pop Sinks me deeper into the comfy chair I will suffocate, baby. . . Whispering myself into screams: There is Nothing wrong with me!