Submissions by ConfusedArtist

I hate myself,
But with a stool under all else,

And with a rope around my neck,
I can make this quick.

With a gun to my head, I can fill my brain with lead,

And at the top of the building,
I rethink everything.

Of how everyone might miss me,
My friends and family...

But through all of their persuading,
I can't hear what they're saying.

The cries of, "I love you!"
And the yells of, "I care!",

Comsume my thoughts,
And fill the lifeless air.

Lies.
All their cries. ...