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Saturday, December 27, 2008

Kleptomanic Depression

Shouldn't this give me the kick
It usually does, or is it not worth it?
Maybe it needs to be bigger, better
Anything, I'm just desperate to nick
A little something here, a small trinket
Just something to give along with this letter
My prescription for help, a desperation
Only a shrink can help cure, believe me
They'll get into my mind, tell me what's wrong
Perhaps provide me with some revelation
Help me know the depth of my deeds
And maybe, just for the laughs...
I'll write my story into a song.

[Hahaha. That kills me, it really does.]