last night I remembered
that I was a bird with a broken neck
lying on the pavement
waiting for the mercy killing,
I have been waiting so long
that another bird smashed into the window
and now lays paralyzed beside me
sad
Poem #827
I’m gonna be sad either way
might as well capitalize on it
Poem #793
when you’re suicidal,
you’re supposed to tell someone
but, thing is, you know it’s crazy
and you know you won’t do it
no reason to worry people.
the insidious thing is the longer you don’t speak
the more the urge to die wins
because it lives in isolation
a bacteria that blooms in your dark-dense agar
Poem #784
busy, busy.
I’m busy
trying not to think
trying not to let the wall of water
at the edge of my eyes
drown me
Poem #769 – mariana trench
the cold creeps into my happiest moments
everything is going right
I’m doing everything right
but I’m still sinking deeper into the water
Poem #767
I don’t want to come home
you’re busy
I’m fragile