I hate myself, because I'm a pessimist who desreves of the death sentence.
"Hello my my dear.
What is it that troubles you?"
Please don't ask I'll only swallow you.
After I begin to chew, I'll bury you.
Let me just apologize before hand, beause no one so far has made it into my land.
There's a dragon inside me,
I named him Depression and his brother Anxiety,
but please dont fear them.
They're only that way sometimes and can be very friendly.
I'm pretty sure I'm a rotting corpse looking for a future scoreboard.
I can never seem to find one though, even if I look outside my bedroom window.
Doesn't it please you that Im making an effort to rid myself away from you?
Perhaps I should stop talking, becuase it appears I'm begging for attention with my spews.