silentbob Did you ever feel out of place in your own life

Just that blue green melancholy knife

it gets me every time

I never thought wed end up like that

a pouch of misery growing exceedingly fat

weighs me down so bad

Ive got a list of apologies

but youre nowhere near the top

I think Ill take that knife


and cut my wrists

then pull out that pouch

pour it in, watch the steam rise up, gray green and blue

it gets in my nose

makes breathing harder than it already is

if the heart were something that could literally break

mine would have so many cracks

that no deity could mend it

and when I look at your eyes

All I see is regret

when Id rather see myself instead
what's it to you?
who go