The Low Road #YOWO

I have a lot of comments, but I'll keep them to myself,

So by this time tomorow I won't try to kill myself.

Don't be silly,

I don't want to start an arguement

Because trying to talk to you is harder than passing a law through Parliament.

So where does that leave me?

I'm down in the dirt with worms.

Just a brainless shit-tube

Turning mud into food.

Food that becomes fertilizer

So everything above me can grow

While you and your boyfriend are out chasing rainbows.

So if you don't mind I'll just stick to the low road.

I travel light

But my brain carries a heavy load.

I'm stuck in the middle of a mental highway

With the closest gas station being 100 miles in each direction

And everyone pulling over only help by saying,

"It's not that far if you have a little patience."

But can't they see both my legs are broken?

I had a hard enough time trying to drive this metaphorical car

That I was left speechless

Because all my words were spoken.

Now I see your car up the road and you give a look.

Not just A look, THE look.

The "I tried, you're on your own," look.

You didn't try.

If anything, you're the reason I'm

Out of gas,

And my tires are flat,

And I haven't changed the oil,

And my trunk is filled with rats.

To be honest

I'm getting tired of this car.

I guess I'll try walking to that gas station.

If you want to find me,

I'll be the hitchhiker that looks like a walking abomination.