"I hate myself." I murmur
"I hate myself." I grumble
"I hate myself." I mumble
I wish I could scream. I wish I could shout. I wish I could yell.
Who would hear?
The ravings of a crazy mind, who would care?
I guess I need the attention, crave it savor it. Need it in some perverse way.
Then I'm definitely an attention whore. Write sad quotes so someone will listen
Blame indifference for a suicide attempt. The note all dressed up in words that didn't make sense.
Fuck! I wish I could scream. I wish I could stop the stupid tears.
I wish I could burn away with the quick burn that burns behind my eyes when the pain is stupid and wishes not to hide.
Shit! Is this not enough. My tears and pain. Is it not enough. Should I take it a step higher, up a building, up a cliff. Climb a little higher and say, "whoops I tripped."
Dammit! Someone listen. Someone just listen for once, so I don't feel stupid and invalid. Someone hear me for a second. Someone.
Forget it. I'll just mumble, go back to murmuring, a fruitless grumble.
Fuck it. I don't wanna scream anymore.
