vanish

sitting here cutting off my fingerprints,
waiting here shaving off my face,
hoping here scratching out my eyes,
dreaming here mutilating my body,
praying that i will just disappear.

my past coming back to haunt me,
more depressing than the death of myself,
the loss of the one i love.

if i could just erase all my errors,
if i could just fix all my mistakes,
if i could just start everything over...

wanting here to deface my appearance,
imagining here a whole new start,
bleeding here thinking of perfection,
existing here just a hopeless freak,
praying that i will just disappear.

my past coming back to haunt me,
more depressing than the death of myself,
the loss of the one i love.

if i could just erase all my errors,
if i could just fix all my mistakes,
if i could just start everything over...

Copyright © 1999 Keith Simmons