[gitto138]

Don't push me,
in the corners of the closet and close it,
im clostraphobic,
so the clothes that cost you a fortune
got exposed to the force of my exploding emotions,
atrocious ferocious devotion,
left me with a broken heart, a golden dart
focused on a frozen part so cold and sharp,
it left me hopeless "eroding" like corrosive components,
i have a book but its not open to condolences,
i shut it once, but its been open ever since,
hoping the commiseration gets some acknowledgment,
I remain overconfident tat the visit will commence,
and an audio apology from somebody or an audience
will be an astonishing accomplishment,
but honestly at the moment nobody's watching
or even noticed me droppin hints,
so it feels like im been punished for my cockiness as a consequence,
But all this talk of the apocalypse was obviously ment
to be a distraction for a constant battle with my lack in competence,
i feel like i need an ananesthesiologist to sedate me,
and help ease the thoughts of me taking all of the pills
that my neurologist gave me, and save me
from ever puttin Sue aside again cuz ,,,,, if any wanna wants t
Try finish this off in goin t bed its 03:20 zzzzz