Who Has R.S.V.P'Ed For the Pity Party?
Where is my confidence I have so longed before to build?
I'll tell ya where... in the sewer next to rats and carcuses
These carcuses are the remains of my childhood
The moments when I was banished from being loved
Over the years I've tried to cry for relief but anger is much easier to release
Breaking tradition by giving thanks, into my parade it's just me
It's always been just me and nobody else
I can smile, be curtious, and attentive
Deep in mind I'm just contemplating... SHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Don't say it... Suicide!
Suffocation is best by plastic
Gunshots are heard late only when
People's conceitedness has gone and they wonder the same about you
A hanging is truly a metaphor for how you really wanted your life to be... at the top
Now my feet are scraping dirt graves for more bones
It's not self-pity it's self preservation for the disappointment I've created within my mind
Failing to compete or accomplish
Succeeding at random on things that make me weep in desolation
Too many hospitals to diagnose a simple problem we all face
I wonder if I sleep with the psychiatrist will he give me a lesser symptom
Like... Diabetes, because my personality is too sweet
Or High blood pressure, cause I'm such a great thinker
Or if I'm lucky Alzheimers, so now I can forget in peace
The tragedies I wrote produced and starred in
Only by myself
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