The Keepers Athenaeum

And so I’m here to say
That life is best with pain.

I wont forget the day that, that I found god
In a kitchen knife now, and on my arm
So paint the pale white floor way, with my red life
And now so much of this pain is,
The pain I love, as I swallow the pills of happiness
And you watch me fall like California in an earthquake

And so I’m here to say
That life is best with pain.

I think that the truth is I’m everything that I hate.

I gave you these roses now but I left in the thorns
I’d rather hurt someone than hurt myself.

As you can tell, I’m depressed, bipolar, borderlining schizo, and guaranteed to cause a fuss. Want to be my friend?

Can you grant me one last wish?
Play russian roulette as we kiss
I’ll be your cheap novelty
Blow your brains out on me

I wanted this excoriation

and i thrive on this self-mutiliation

This entry was posted on Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 at 9:10 am and is filed under Jarody's Poems.