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Want to hear something that's funny?
Want to learn something that's strange?
Today something happened and I-
I found out that I am deranged!

I cut myself and blood spilled out
The pain was sort of suffocating
But I didn't scream or cry or shout
I simply sat there contemplating

What if, Journal, I was to die?
Fall cold and lifeless on this floor
What if I were to say goodbye?
And simply say "I care no more"

And, Journal, then I was confused
I found I really liked the thought
But how about instead of cutting
How would it be if I was a shot

'Cause, Journal, I found I was dying
But not from blood loss, not by gun
Instead I realized I was crying
And found I felt the urge to run

Run from what? you may be asking
And even as you ask I cry
I wrap my arms around my stomach
As I feel, inside me, my soul die

"I should have known." I say to myself
As twisted laughter leaves my lips
The laughter turns into a scream
And in my clutches, my life rips

As my soul is taken hold of and
Torn away from my paling skin
I turn to glass and then I shatter
Like a broken doll of porcelain