there is no hole
big enough to fill
the satisfaction of my misery.
even my tears overwhelm
the ocean from which
all life swims.

instead i keep my tears
locked away in a reservoir
where the demons feed off them.

sometimes I want to
tell my heart to be still
but I can’t because its beating
has become dependent on this
crippling anxiety.

how much money would it
take for someone to **** me?
how much money would it
take for someone to stop my
heart so i can be rid of this neverending nightmare?

how much money did it
take for you to **** me
with your toxic love?

i smiled as my final tear
stained the concrete
then i pulled the trigger
and the world went dark.

the mirror was her friend
but all she saw
was her ghastly skeletal
reflection telling
her to put down the food once more.

stay close to people who feel like sunlight
and run away from those who feel like the moon.