insanely washed suits

Insane

Life is a knife

But I still strive

For perfection

And affection

I need skill

Or I'd kill

Everybody

In my path

Bout to crash

Into death

Suicide

Do or die .

This is me

Set me free

Seductive path

Call me trash

But it is

How I cope

Cover scars

Like a coat

Pleas don't leave

I will shriek

Out in pain

I'm insane

Men in suits

Men in suits tell my path

About how I land and crash

Therapy said I'm troubled

Being told made it double

Love me please, without hate

If you want me that is great

Look at me but not at him

I really can not just give in

Pushed and washed

If looks could kill, you'd be murder

To bad you don't, acknowledge hurt though

I wave at you, You shrug it off

You treat me, like a low life slob

Two times, we only talked

Neither of them, had we fought

So what do 'I do all this time

Think about, a possible crime

Something that, would have pissed you off

Maybe it's, just how I walk

Never mind I am just chalk

waiting to be pushed and washed

Salvation

Reading is my salvation

Real life is a battle station

Grammar put into pages

Makes life a lot less basic

Face it life's a storie

But without the plot

It's like a plant without the pot

I hate it but its way to true

It pollutes the mind right on cue

Earth is but a big black ball

Full of hate It traps us all

It just a cycle

Please for me just let go