I'm The Cause Of All Of It. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Oh doctor, doctor, what is wrong with me.
Trying to fit a 1000 piece puzzle in my tiny head, and not lose a single piece a long the way.
Building my very own castles made out sand and expecting different result upon the very first assault.
Let me be drama queen, let me drag you into my fantasy unending fantasy.
With twist and turns that make absolutely no sense.
The non-sensical comedy.
Yes if you please.
The road to hell most definitely.
Paved with glittering gold all the way.
Buying your soul back all to the very bottom.
Watch out for the afore-mentioned drops.
Throwing some pop rocks with expectation of certain sound before you jump on in too drown.
Clear you mind, remove all the fog.
Finding that very sad song.
Playing it in my head like my favorite play ground.
Inviting the horror show, asking for just a bit more pain.
Robbed from the cradle to grave with what I crave.
An name left blank for all enterity.
No recognition, no respect, just a spec, a dab of paint on a gigantic canvas that hides every stroke.
The more push the more you fade.
Into to the abyss.
I'm alone, sorrounded by sounds of those who seem so happy.
Is it so wrong to wish we could switch places.
Even if only for day.
One can definitely dream, even in the darkness of so many empty promises.
Licking the blood off my lips knowing I'm the cause of it.
I'm cause all of it.