Home Pt. 1

 

Guess who feels worthless

Wasted

Wanton

Unwanted

 

I hate it.

This feeling

This place

Why can’t I like being home?

 

It sucks.

Stupid depression

Sprung from irrationality

You lie in wait; turn my back

And you’ll pounce

Attacking my eyes, they’ll bleed tears

 

F**k you.

I’m tired of this s**t.

No no no no no no no…

I don’t want to BE HERE!!!

 

My home is in the frigid north

I love my family

Stifled, choke choke choke

Let me go let me go let me go…

I’m livin’ in a box, a tiny little box

No air holes punched in the top for me.

 

Wanna leave wanna run

Wanna go!  Goooooo…

Where to?  Home has a lock,

A lock I have no key for.

Whar mah key is?

Key’s broken, try back later.

 

So cold, always so cold…

Never warm, why not?

What did heat ever do to you for

You to chase it out of the house?

Maybe the dog bit it.

That must be it.

Hide in my room, listening to music

And ranting.  Tearing up again.

Fuckers, get back in there.

No internet; swore off to preserve my

Intellectuality.  Ha, like that’ll work.

I’ll plug that hole with the TV.

Suck out my brain cyberspace!

Slurp it up boobtube.

You know you like it.

 

I’ll rant and rant and rant

And accomplish nothing.

I should just go read a book.

 

F**k.