My Life A Mess
Nobody will miss me when I die
So give me that gun and let me try
To shoot it at my head and then see
If blood will gush out and form a sea
That will drown all memories and fears
That will swallow fake laughter and tears
That I have collected all these years.
I don’t care if it is true or false
But I don’t expect anymore calls
From people who are faking concern
I hate myself because I don’t learn
Seems like respect I will never earn.
Thank you…My life is a big big mess
Call the catholic priest who will bless
This room…my cage…Then anoint my head
With that untrue chrism filled with lead
This poison so sweet because I’m dead
Thank you…Now I can sleep with out dread.
© 2018 Paul Balagtas