Spray on Apathy!

It almost felt like
i was nothing but paper
obscenely thin and delicate.
ripping with the just the slightest pull,
worthless with just the slightest effort.
the sloppy wet mess from my bleeding broke heart
spills over miles of canvas.
painting a picture of lovers apart
of sorrow and pain galore.
i never gave up on feeling sorry
but only for myself.
sobbing and retching and shivering with
anguish,
pondering how bad i really had
it.

After several days of weeping and
moping.
i finally dragged my soggy self out of bed
and drove
To Wal Mart.

i
grab a can of spray on apathy
my hands still shaking
my eyes still red.

The can says to apply once daily.
so i apply every hour.

Oh Sweet Bliss!!
Oh great oblivion of feeling!
I no longer cry, i no longer
have self pity.
In fact, i no longer feel,
anything.


So now i fit in, i blend with the crowd.
just one more little emo kid
void of expression,
void of emotion.

Final Thoughts?
I don't need to think anymore,
i don't really need to do anything,
but one thing i do know...

Peace be with Wal Mart.
And praises be with Spray on Apathy.