The Back-burner Yawp
All this magnificent mess before you,
Beauty by My Eyes Bloody Well Ache…
That brilliant bitch that resembles who I was?
It’s tough on me too
It’s hard on ME, too
Did you realise, that
I’m getting hit from all sides?
Forever explaining and justifying
Swallowing my hurt and lonely
Needy ass whiny bitch
Yeah yeah don’t remind me
Emotions are a waste of time
Specifically when the only voice
That can be heard is the Poor Me Opus
Don’t tell me to stop like it matters at all.
This how I punish myself
I beat myself for failing
Until I’m just tired of being tired
And sick of bleeding
Until I want that what’s in that bottle
More then eating the self loathing
Maybe, I want to feel something burn
Other than my eyes
Yes. I know it’s hard to remember
Things like, I’m a person.
I feel all this awkward weirdness
Lonely worthless bullshit, too
All of this is hard for me,
How bout a thought about that?
I hurt too.
I admit that I’m an asshole.
Again. And again. With my dying breath
If that would make you happy –
What more do you want me to do?