Far from funny finding fault in every minute, taking everything personally, seriously my defenses were never down
I swore they were, it must be you, I’m sweet and loving too, just don’t trust anyone
Say I’m one hundred percent but my percentage is off by half because I’m damaged glass after a crash, everywhere, no home
They say I’m still a child being silly rapidly dying, never got a real adulthood, perception twisted
Some say this happens to the gifted, as if having gifts lift curse effects, plus I can’t afford therapy without deposited checks
Tucked in with my nightlight, even during hours of daylight.
I shove loved ones away and don’t see it because darkness makes clarity confusing
Final letters filled with goodbyes, filling buckets, filling my mind with relief
Unable to operate effectively while steering, scared but brave, flirting disrespectfully with a shallow grave
Hoping to overcome delusions, personal intrusions, internal bruising
Stay entering races and losing, award given for most deaths, pity parties always the best, cough
Don’t ask why I consider myself trash, it doesn’t matter, especially if you don’t care anyway, I’m not a wreck for slowing traffic, morbid bastards.