Writer’s Block

What do you do when only one thing helps
But you can’t even do that right?
Take the bottle of pills off the shelf
Cuz you fuck everything up in your life

Well that’s what I just did
Downed pills like shots on new years
Popped the tops off a couple of new beers
Ran up to my room and hid

Under my bed cutting my wrist
Making designs to shame an artist
My cuts have a contest
To see who can go the farthest
First prize went from my armpit
Down to my fist

Left arm useless but I still have my right
To end my life when I choose tonight
Im sick of being tethered like a kite
Cut my string or my arm, either way’s alright

I can tie a knot one handed
This one’s a slip
My body and soul disbanded
This soul’s taking a trip

Noose ’round my neck
Beats a knife in my back
Gun to my head
And I’m on the right track

Air-tight plastic embrace me
Please do your best to erase me
From this world I find disgracing
And dead-end dreams I’ve been chasing

Cuz this place has made me sick
I can’t take another tock or tick
But before I make that gun go click
I hear you scream, “Don’t do it Nick!”

Fine

I give in to your pleas
And submit to the authorities
Make all the pacts and treaties
Cuz I know you know what’s best for me

Psych!

You think you know but you haven’t got a clue
Might as well go and call Scooby Doo
Cuz I bet Velma has probably gone through
More shit like me than you
It only hurts cuz you know it’s true
So I’ll end it fast with a last adieu
Just sit back and relax while I do
The only thing I’ve ever looked forward to