I want so much, I could do so much, but I just keep tearing myself apart
slam my head on the plate rest my neck in the national razor wait for the hand to strike, gavel to give way
hoist myself onto the rain-wet splintering edged wood of the lucarne let the air break my fall, close my eyes until I'm gone
but I am still here
going on
and on
and on
Good, gracious God shut my mouth and send me off to something better
ever just get sick of being yourself because you're incompetent????? just me??? thanks x also i hadnt thought about it until today, but just in case anyone thinks im a murderer after the last poem i posted just know that i am not. but also, you're next