Party

cast out the demons with holy fire; leave the blood dripping from my eyes; bury me alive. catch my killer. i saw her in the reflection of the butcher knife. she looked just like me except her eyes. her eyes were wild and angry. she's bitter and hurt. she stabbed me 100 times in the heart until she collapsed from exhaustion.

life was supposed to be a party full of presents, cake and laughter. what i got i never thought of but here it is. my misery colors me blue. i'll sneek out the back door so y'all can get back to the party.

throw me to the sharks one piece at a time. the blood smells like burnt flesh sticky as it dries on my hands, i begin to understand. i'll never be safe from myself. one day i'll successfully kill me. only i could cut right through my heart with one stroke. i'm angry and hurt. i want to rip myself in two. let the happy and good me bury the depressed angry me alive so i can hear her scream until she dies.

life was supposed to be a party. but no one invited me. so i drink alone out back in the dark. i don't sleep. my blood shot eyes are making the world blurry. the pill bottles scattered around me. i'm sitting here just listening to y'all's happy party.