My head is a broken TV.
Nothing but noise,
Nothing but this useless noise.
It does not bother me anymore,
The ears have numbed down.
So long have I tried to escape,
Be someone else.
I am not myself.
I do not exist.
I am only a character in the book
That you might pick up one day;
As you go through the pages,
My brief life story will awkwardly dance
On the gray pages of this boring book.
I wonder if I’d feel anything
If you decided to burn the pages.
Would I feel pain?
I don’t want pain, even though
I don’t even know what it is.
Please, don’t throw the book away.
Read me just a little.
I want to make you smile
At least once more
Before you let me burn in your fireplace.