Terrified of Death, the Only True Peace
To stand alive before you judge is to acknowledge failure,
To acknowledge that I am in too sick to know what is best,
Why is it when you choke at a presentation and forget what to say,
…or when you slip and fall on a wet bathroom floor,
The end is so clearly laid out for you, lost job or a cracked skull,
Both a fast death, but this bipolar hell is to die from the inside,
She’s always there, the chance you ask is, do you want to live?
Doc, Judge, I don’t know, I won’t lie to you, I don’t know,
I’m starting to get jealous of my reflection, ask the water if there is a heaven,
I’m already in hell, I see more plastic in the river each year, it’s there,
Why don’t you fix that? What’s wrong with me.
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time, next!