There, Doctor

"It hurts...

All over..."

He said with hands flailing in a panic

Circumventing

His head.

 

"I'm going to need you to be more specific," the doctor

Replied.

 

"Nevermind"

He said as he walked out.

 

"I need something nice, something to

Feel less like I think I feel

Something to make me think

I'm someone else"

He said.

 

"What do you mean you want to

Think you're someone else?

Just whats so bad about your life?

You're not even old enough to be disappointed

You pompous a*****e! Get the f**k outta my bar!"

The bartender replied.

 

"Now it hurts even more."

He said.

 

"Please, I don't care if you believe it or not, mam,

I just want to hear the words. Just once, and I'll

Leave....I'll leave you alone.

I just want to hear them bless me from a voice

Outside of my head."

He said.

 

"No, you're a nice young man and everything

thats anything admirable, but I can't say I love you.

Not without honestly loving you. You deserve

Someone

Else....some one...somewhere...who definitely exists

And will love you more than I ever could."

A now former infatuation said.

 

"Three words spoken falsely

Would heal me, and you can't do that for me.

Something so simple yet releiving...

But you can't do me that favor."

He said.

 

"You'll push this all aside

Like a dirty rug.

You'll pounce upon every

Hording crowd of turmoil

Trapped inside here, won't you?

I hope you do, because if there's no peace

In death, I'm damned for eternity."

He said to a pistol pointed

Adjacent from his right temple.

"Forgive me father, for I have never been amended"

He murmured as he weeped.

"And this isn't nearly my fault, none of it."

Bang.

The gun went off and seeped through

His skull like a whisper from what

He remembered of his mother's more

Humble years, wishing him a good night.