G A M E O V E R

​Tears dripping
on the inside of
my heart that feels
way too much guilt
Sometimes the
pressure of always
having to be perfect
is jagged as a
knife.  Blood smears
my vision as I try and I
try to do it right
but all the time
I end up wrong
I got the pistol
in my twitching hand
and I hold it up
to my aching head
Only way to be
perfect sometimes
Only way to
make things right
Never be a burden
Next time
I’ll do things right
But this time
for me it’s
GAME OVER
I think about
dying way too often
for the average
person but I can’t
help these yearnings
from blossoming
into a black rose
I watch each petal
transcend from this
life to another
The thorns are dripping
pink-eyed confusion
I hurts me too much
to be a delusion
I’m so useless take me
to the farthest point
from this world I’ll
disappear in craters of
the moon I’ll find reprieve
all alone on the run from
the bondage
the repression I feel when
I’m tied up and scolded
Fuck they burn          my eyes
feel like barbells my head
feels like a crater
and my mind is just
a waste of space