Lobotomize Me
Trigger Warning: Depression/Existentialism
Christmas is coming
And what do I see?!
A big black zippered bag,
And inside is me!
Santa has come,
He’s brought tools
And some kits!
To take out my motherboard
And learn why I tick!
Lobotomize me!
Lobotomize me!
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to eat,
I don’t want to breathe,
I don’t want to drink.
Every day,
My mind is a mess,
The clothes on the floor,
The floor made of stress.
Ideas, Ideas!
Problems!
Ideas!
None special anymore,
I’m sick of ideas.
The world doesn’t care
No one believes you,
You’ve lived 25 years
With no change in the rearview!
The patterns you’ve seen,
The lessons you’ve learned,
You know you’re learned nothing,
You know you will burn.
Christmas is coming
And what do I see?!
A big black zippered bag,
And inside is me!
A life with no meaning,
Much like yours now.
A life with no progress,
A life without downs.
Because progress can’t be,
Because there is no end,
Because lovers are fleeting,
Because everything ends.
Lobotomize me!
Lobotomize me!
Because I know the secrets.
A life with no thoughts,
A life that is perfect!
Lobotomize me!
Lobotomize me!
Because I can’t do it myself.
Lobotomize me,
Or please,
God,
Send me help.
About the Creator
Triple Decker Sandwich
I was in the bleachers now you know I'm shot calling
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