I was bored, so wrote a poem/song lyrics. constructive criticisms are appreciated.

What if all these emotions, ain't emotional enough,
Sensitive's never really worked for me, and I can't pull off tough,
There's precious little wrong, but there's precious little right,
Oh I wish these thoughts would leave me be, when I'm alone at night.

I know I ain't about to find the answers to my petty woes,
at the bottom of a glass of vodka in some cheap bar, so I'll go,
and I know, there's nothing waiting for me in what passes for home,
but the steady beat of a dismal downpour against dreary grey stone,

And I wanna believe, that it'll all be okay,
I wanna put my faith in fate and throw all caution away,
But I guess at the root of it all, I'm just not that brave
I'm just not that willing to let people see who I really am.

I wish that when I told you I loved you, that I meant what I said,
instead, of a calculated offering, to manipulate your head,
I wish that when I held you in my arms and watched you close your eyes,
I could just enjoy that moment, but I just worry about tomorrow's lies.

So I'll wander these darkened hollows and haunts that are probably bad for my health
It's all a stall anyway, and I'm most comfortable by myself,
Yeh, it's lonely, but that's my life, or at least my point of view,
Maybe one day, I'll let someone inside, but it's never gonna be you.

I give you a few kind and unfelt words, they make you smile for a while,
I truly do wish I meant them, but meaning's not my $tyle,
I feel bad for deceiving you, but I guess I don't have the guts to hurt you,
and it shuts you up for a bit.

I just found a whole bunch of my old songs. Terrible recordings though! So I'm going to transcribe the lyrics, try to relearn the guitar/bass/harmonica/electric guitar/drums/vocal/piano parts and re-record them.
Could take many months!

Wrote this whilst sitting at work being bored

Desolation in immaculate public places,
Lost souls encompassed in a sea of bland emotionless faces,
'Nothing's wrong' is right, but nothing's right,
and right now all I see is life
being lived the way it always has been
and always will be.

The only place I want to be is anywhere but here.

I'm a loner alone with neurosis and hate
Anger is a permanent character trait
My letter bombs are primed and they're ready to send
Would you like to add me as a friend?

I'm a wound-up whiner with a fetish for guns
I'm almost fifty and I live with my mom
I hope my nude picture doesn't offend
Would you like to add me as a friend?

Chorus:
Add me, add me,
Me mother says she wish she never had me
Add me, add me,
Would you like to add me as a friend?
Would you like to add me as a friend?

I'm a recovering alcoholic; I rarely leave my room,
Peeping through the curtains in my dark costume,
The voices in my head gonna get me in the end
Would you like to add me as a friend?

I really like to mail you the picture that I drew,
It's Kylie's body, but the head is you
I've asked you fifty times before I'm asking you again
Would you like to add me as a friend?

Chorus

Here's a picture of me in my Nazi uniform
Doing a trick with an egg that I like to perform
At a monster truck rally that my mom and me attend
Would you like to add me as a friend?

I've added Britney, and Paris, and you and Tom,
I'm gonna find your address so I can visit you at home,
I don't like people, but I like to pretend
Would you like to add me as a friend?

Scorch my skin and slice my flesh,
and no,
before you ask,
I'm not depressed,
I'm just... going through a rough patch,
Bleeding let's out so much more than tears,
I'm just going through a rough patch,
...been going through it for years.

"It's just a little cut", He said,
"it's not as if I have a problem".
"There's no harm in it at all", He said,
"when I have issues, this resolves them".

"At least I'm not on drugs", He said,
"or other such unhealthy vices".
"I'm not hurting anyone", He said,
"so leave me to my own devices".

"It's awful nice, you know", He said,
"a spiritual kind of thing".
"A little cut, that's all", He said,
"then relish in that searing sting"

"I need that sweet release", He said,
"but it's not like I'm addicted".
"I could choose to stop", He said,
"but then I'd feel restricted".

"I'm trapped inside this skin", He said,
"it's itchy and too tight for me".
"I need to bleed again", He said,
"it's just a little cut, you see".

"I think I cut too deep", He said,
as his blood gushed to the floor.
"It was just a little cut", He said,
and then he said no more.