Before I Kill The Pain

These are my words as pathetic as they sound

But for once I’m actually going to sit and write them down.

I feel like this isn’t me,sort of like a clone.

But when I’m by myself,like here and now,I stand alone

I used to be so pretty,caring,smart, I had something more…

Now everything seems so pointless,my life is such a bore

Sometimes I can’t even crawl out of bed

I’m not worth is anymore

I get too down sometimes,you know

Noone can tell,I put on such a show

Everyday I hide myself from the world

I don’t want anyone to see the scared little girl

The people who are supposed to love me make me feel so low

Not many people like me and it’s really starting to show

When you think I’m studying in class silently

I’m really planning my death

I just do it quietly

Noone can get close to me because I push away

When you think I’m shoving you,I’m begging you to stay

Remember who I used to be so you can forget this that you read

I don’t want your sympathy,but I know there’s something that I need

I don’t know how much longer I can sit in my misery and shame

So kiss me now before I kill the pain

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.