its all in your head i think

the dripping is causesing your mind to go numb.
the wood swelling and straining from the rain.
is this all that youve hoped for?
a house with no windows and a single mirror that
shouts obscenities as you stand before it turning
and twisting your body, trying to improve open the wretched heap you
have come to know yourself as. is that a tear? is it because your in
pain or is it because your out of excuses. knock knock.
the door. it has been a month since youve had a visiter.
its your mother, how sweet. is that a package? whats inside. oh look
a lovely dinner set. wont your dinner guests be jealous.
oh wait i forgot you dont serve dinners to guests. you dont even have
guests, for that matter you dont serve dinner to yourself.
i hope the meeting went well. she is a sweet lady to bad she
was injured so badly during your birth. poor woman in her wheelchair.
is there anything that you dont destroy? oh now what do we have here?
a razor. where are you going? ah i see, the bathroom. lovely choice
really. very retro. sitting in the bathtub void of water staring at
your ankles. razor gripped tight you think 'is this the answer
or do i have to ask the question again.' silly girl.....