It pushes,
And it grows.
It’s kinda sad,
No one knows.
They know you’re crazy,
But they don’t see.
How bad the insanity,
And how bad it could be.
They’re pretty sure,
It’s only slight.
They’ll get a scare,
In the morning light.
They’ll find my body,
So bloody and scarred.
And right next to my body,
They’ll find a card.
On it now,
A message to you.
It describes,
How I was blue.
“I’m sorry,” it says
“I just hate my life.
I’m tired of living,
With all of this strife.
You couldn’t see,
That I wore a shell.
Tell Arna and all the bitches,
I’ll see them in hell.”
You will smile to yourself,
You will smile with glee.
Because down in hell,
I can be ME…

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