I Hate Myself

I wish someone would break into my house So I could kill somebody But I don’t mention it To my psychiatrist I feel no empathy I feel no sympathy My medication has dulled my senses My mind has put up fences My parents were good They never beat me Taught me wrong from right Took me to church regularly But when they died I did not cry All I cared about Was my slice of the pie Thank God I have a routine Something to anchor my life If I didn’t I’d drink myself to death I hate myself And if I didn’t I would hate you You would be screwed Because I don’t care anymore