Dee wasnt Pressed

I wish i could make like a kite and saw.

not to worry about my girl or life, cause currently i am sore.

hopelessly controlled by hormones, up and down, now i am so far down,

trying too get get up but my feet wont work right, hormones are king, wearing the crown.

tell the world i cant cope, with society and the 21st century.

freeze me, wake me when i can be buried in an under water cemetery.  

escape the fate as if it was that easy.

worrying right now, making me teary, uneasy queasy.

felt tip pen to my skin.

draw out my blood to the cups brim.

sectum sempra, to my face, slice dice. 

i wish for some life taking, time travelling device.

i dont know whats wrong with me, i’ll be better soon.

if i disappear its cause i have blown up like a balloon 

up in the sky where i will reside.

wasting time, watching the tide.

Me and death side by side.