There’s this ball in my throat,
Holding back what my eyes vent
I scan the room of distracted people
Accidently isolating me from their content
Act normal. Act normal.
What a small problem.
Shut up! Shut up!
Can’t you contain yourself for once?
Please, Please can I borrow your ears
Its but a small thing I need off my chest
I need help, oh I need help
A blanket? A pillow to rest my head against?
I’m in constant denial
Of a pain that demands my attention
Lifting this darkness from my body
Has become a 24 hour occupation
The problem has blurred
And all I can see
Is everyone noticing everyone
But no one noticing me
You see my drunken facade
But that’s not all that’s there
If you’d only look close enough
But no one does, no one cares
Sitting here in numbness
From my head to my heart
Does life look beautiful to you now?
Do I set a good example?
Am I loud enough for you?
Do you see me now?!
What a screw up, what a fuck up
How’d this happen, how?
Your pity is irrelevant
Don’t strain your little mind
No, this was no accident
No, there were no signs
I decided to get out early
And hung myself in my attic
Not before I hung up my demons
And let go of my conscious
This life is a wasteland
But I’m not the charity
Now that I’m gone, It’s over
The one you should pity is not me.