Masoch

clinging to depression

resisting all progression

but you'll never realize it 

when i make my first impression

ill make you laugh with ease 

while i coddle my disease

pretending im alright inside 

when its got me on my knees

its the darkest part of me

that i try not to let you see 

i just wanna see you smile 

so you dont feel like me 

my kind hearted actions seeking out approval

its just a distraction from contemplating my removal 

from a world in which ive found

that evil knows no bounds 

i romanticize and fantasize 

of being in the ground

things that are so wrong i think of almost every day

I know they gonna hurt me but i do them anyway

the facade i dont enjoy the desolation i resist

is nothing but a mask 

of a masochist