Isolated Desire

Wishing That I Could Breakdown Accept Some Morals All That Are Foreign To Me Who Knows? I Might Be Happier If I let a blade Taste my wrists' veins Once, Twice, a Dozen times. Or maybe I'll use drugs As my Tactic for survival Become incompetent Let my brain cells die. What about Drinking The pain away Be out of my mind That is, after all, My Reminder.