The Cockroach Man
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1 min readMay 19, 2019
Weeps for the friends he’s lost,
Driven away,
By his insanity.
Weeps in the attic,
Where he lives alone,
Afraid to go downstairs,
For fear that he’ll hurt someone.
Hurt them with cruel words,
With sharp finger nails,
No matter how hard he tries,
All he does is hurt people.
It’s all he knows how to do.
He gave up hope,
That he could ever learn kindness,
How to make people happy,
How to do anything fucking right.
He waits in the attic,
Wishing someone would come to save him,
Dreading what he’d do if they came,
He will rot here.
A cold chill holds him now,
A bold finality,
That promises a lifetime alone.
Most people don’t get that much certainty,
About how their life is gonna turn out,
In a life of misery and self-hatred,
The Cockroach man has that.
