pencil on paper, 
paper on desk, 
all things are connected, 
but i’m just a mess. 

i’ve tried to be me, 
i’ve tried to lie, 
i’m so tired of the fraud 
that is my life. 

so i lock the door 
i bring in some rope 
tie a noose way up high 
then i jump 

i hang up high 
for a minute or so 
then you come in 
and see i’ve lost hope 

you start to cry 
down by my feet 
then cut the rope 
and take me to the streets. 

cars still honk 
no one will stop 
you take me to the hospital 
to see the doc. 

they say “we’re sorry, 
but there’s nothing we can do……” 
then worst of all 
they take me from you. 

pencil on paper, 
paper on desk, 
all things are connected, 
i WAS just a mess……..