Run
Sprint away
Rip your ******* skin off
Until you're something
Unrecognizable
Not so useless
A leather couch
To sink inside

Writing
For fun
Something lighthearted
Not the kind of poem you write
Lying on the floor
In a bad way

It's right there in the car
Just 4 steps to the door
3 steps further to the driveway
Lean in toward your center council
You'll have to tell your therapist
You'd never hurt yourself bad
Just enough
Because thats what you do when youre upset  right?
Logan

Wow so deep
So complicated
So philosophical in your phrasing
Your diction astounds me
Almost as much as the metaphor that surrounds it
Aren't you a special little poet
You should show this to everyone you ever love
And then never write again

My fingers freeze at the keys of my computer
Sounds suffocating thought, a block piercing my skull, amplifying distraction
Stubby frozen appendages, flail limply on my hand
I escape inside my head, the taste of rot drowns my senses
I tounge the flesh between my teeth, preserved in a sea of salt
I can’t feel
I can’t see
I can’t hear
Irrational thought, afraid, screaming at the dark
Puffy red eyes look back at me, they look away
My feet are wet, my clothes damp with sweat
A sea of shame, ropes grow like forests of seaweed
Grasping, Hating
Pulling me below the surface
I kick, scream, dislocating toes then foot then leg, fighting to breathe
Slipping through it’s grasp I swim, tears streaking down my face
And the sea gets deeper, darker, waiting
Until I drown

The first snowfall of the year
Fluffy soft and pure
That's how you make me feel
Like a stray breeze could pull me apart

I should take a vow of silence
Let my vocal chords dehydrate
Crumble into dust
And settle in the pit of my stomach
Or fast
I should fast, slim down a little
Let those ashes settle in a neat little void
That never grows or growls
So small I hardly notice it
So impossibly tiny, and dark, and quiet
And then i'll eat myself