on the bathroom floor

Dear Mommy please let me go back into your womb because the world is too harsh for me. I'm sure we all know that living here wasn't meant to make us happy. It's only full of cheap thrills and nothing like the real thing. Not that we'd ever know what the real thing really is but ain't it just like a game where they lock areas up to show you what you don't have? And mommy let's be honest, I know you are against me dying alone but there is no such thing as love. Love is only an imagination, a word used to explain something short of its own definition. It's an understandable mistake. Come on, the fact that they created the term 'true love' means not all love is true, just like 'funny joke'. They said love was true. They get tied in their own lies as you can see, pretty pathetic yeah. Sorry mom. Yes, I know I'm wrong. I know I'm only looking at this in a shallow manner. I know you love me.

And since I'm being really honest here, being extracted from your womb just isn't enough. I want a life that is mine. No one established what my existence was for so I just went along doing things I liked. Now behind everything I do my mind envisions the road ahead and twists it until the future is tagging along. Behind. Haunting me. 'Overly dramatic,' you think. Well hell yeah of course I am.