Dealing w/ hardship through the technique of  mental masturbation

all 0f this gone
an instant memory
Tried to succeed
and lost on my way
before I got there I fell
through the open door
no net to catch my fall
If I was
who you were before
If I was

what I thought you wanted to hear
I can't lie about myself
and extrapolate on pain that isn't there
or if it was, I'm too modest
Some people have it worse
oh so much worse
and to be so concieted
to live and believe in my own empathy
I could probably write a better poem
something more exciting for you to get off on-
er,I mean, read...

If I was like that
I'd be who you think you were
when you thought you knew how it worked
and wrote about your endless depression
but I cannot find pleasure, in masturbating
to my own, and others self pity
a squirting, lucious , full body orgasm
to hear how you cut your wrists...
REALLY?

I find solice in the enticing
the taboo
here, there and everywhere
I don't care when you heard about it first

mental masturbation
extolling the juices from your self-doubt
I love the tortured artist
who seeks ackowledgment amongst his peers
and uses his art to move forward
or just fucking get it over with
and cut horizontal for once
or finally find someone

You can
You can
You can!
Is what you must know

now move on!
And let yourself grow!