Percussion...

I must be depressed.

I'm writing a journal entry.

I hate journals.

I'm so tired and frustrated with myself today that I feel like throwing myself off a roof.

I'm putting this song in here cause I don't think it belongs under poems... it's not a poem... i can hear the music in my head...

I don't care if you think it sucks or it needs re-worded or if it doesn't follow the Golden Rules of Song Structure (it's spelled C-H-O-R-U-S), I just wanted to put it out there cause it's how I feel right now.

I thought today was going well,
but it's going straight to hell
I feel my tired eyes fall down
And drag me further into this black, black (hole)
And though you share in my addiction
You never see it make its way to you

I'll cut pretty, pretty pictures on my arms
And fly away...

I hear the voices echothrough my head
and they say 'Die and you shall live'
I take these pills (so cold) to numb the pain
and make believe I'm on my own (I'm not alone)

I'll cut pretty, pretty pictures on my arms
And fly away...

All I ask is to be left alone (You're not alone)
All I want is to be left alone (Are you alone?)
Would you leave me here alone? (Please don't leave me alone)

Please don't leave me alone
Please don't leave me alone
Please don't leave...
Alone