The emotional rollercoaster
Oh how it makes me sick
I want to burn those whiney clockwork figures
And then see how they tick.
You think you know it all?
You think your life’s a mess?
How happy I will be,
When you lay yourself to rest.
Tell the world you’re all alone
Then they agree with you.
If you are the only one
How come they feel it too?

You write on silly pages
Live journal, Gaia, Myspace.
You post your suicide note
And a pic. your sad, pathetic face.
You check it every day
To see if they care about you.
You get comfort from lonely people
All the pain they self-induce.
Some people strive to be different
Some want to blend in.
It would scare each one to know
What I would do to them.

Some would agree
Try to help me with my plans
Thinking they’re like me
And licking blood off of their hands.
Some say they have no choice
There is nothing they can do,
When there is no situation
In which that notion’s true.

I want to put up a fight
Waiting for the men in white
To carry me away from you
They’d lock me up forever for the things I say and do.
Someday you’ll read this poem and realize it was never you
You’ll pity me thinking I’m insane, but I’ll still pity you.

I hate you even more
For the things that you still do
I can laugh and tell the world
what is really true.
But they’ll still misinterpret
Or find something else to do
For the nonsense that I preach
Could never be true.