Dark Things Make Me Insane

I miss you

I miss you

Do you miss me?

The poems I write are echoing inside

I scream

I laugh

I'm looked at like a bitch

I'm not going to be missed

I understand why you need to leave

All you want to do is fly past the atmosphere

I should set you free

But you know I'm not like that

I'm not going to let you die

I can clearly see the tears in your eyes

That loneliness that sweeps a protective cover

I know

That your alone

Sometimes I see that you don't need me

I support death

And I'd probably start a democracy

I think I need a doctor

To diagnosis my symptoms

For one thing I'm fucking crazy

And sick of how the thoughts

In my head

Echo

Shout

Scream

Claw

I miss the clock

May I go back in time?

To say that

I miss you

Do you miss me?