Favorite Doors

And The Snakes Start To Sing

I am my own doctor
I take care of myself.
I know myself, I observe myself, and I hate myself.

I diagnose myself
Acute asshole-itis
Chronic nobodycares syndrome
Terminally ill with cancer of the soul.

My mother was a raging drunk
And now she's a bitter tyrant
Her fists are dictators
And my face is the population.

My father was a doped-up guitarist
And now he's a sleeping nobody in a grave.

I was a scared boy who cried himself to sleep every night
And now I am still a scared boy

Pills won't make mom Better but
They can make me
Different
D
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And I can make myself better.
900 milligrams.
200 milligrams.
The pills make her arms feel like rubber when they hit my face
The pills make me not hurt
When my head slams into the wall