Disharmony

I hate myself for the things I've done And the things I didn't do My time to kill, since days begun Made me in the killing mood I find myself in disharmony And welcome quite a stare I cut these literal literaries And destroy what isn't there There's other times, in greater climes, I find myself at peace Then I stab myself, with a hearty yelp, and resume discordancy I wish I may, I wish I might I wish that I were gone But If I have to stay here Please forgive me for my wrongs And write, you may, to your own truths At how he tried to help He tried, so hard, to fix, the world 'Cause he couldn't fix himself No, you just can't fix yourself Alone Alone