please drill a hole in my head

and let the poison flow out
the brains, or the goop of what mine have become

please let this disease leave
all the false happyness
and joy, that i found no longer existes

please stop me from being so goddamn cliche
i dnt ann b known as the whiney emo kid
with the scene style

please keep this going
becuase in my head it sounded grand
and now it sounds ever so bland

yea fuck that
w.e

im tlking to ppl i have no urge to tlk to
simply because i need to stop thinking
because yea, its never really good
and always makes me uber depressed
thats y i spend my life tlking, or txting, or sleeping, or playing games
cuz i dnt think

like while driving with my dad today
i kept wishing that a car wld come flying into the side of the car i was at and kill me
and no one in their right mind would think thats sane
now of course i wanted my dad to be fine
but i just wanted to die
idk
but each time id b thinking in the back of my head "car! car! car! car!"
my heart wld sink
and i realized that there are actually ppl that care
and im trying to block that
like it use to be
and i hate that i let that wall down, because its next to impossiable to build back up
but i think im getting there

and i think that this is making me seem physco
and cold as all hell
but its me

like it
or
leave it

its up to you...