hello
if you're reading this,
im afraid you're reading a chapter
of.. well... me.
today he tried at least
he did
a compliment, or was it?
he looked for a reaction.
but can't I refuse?
a week of long nights
talking to a dear friend
whose name will not appear
trying to prevent the cuts on her skin
cant she refuse?
little things slowly weighing on my mind
every day I wish I were actually the
joyous person I make it out I am.
I'm afraid not
and this realization is something I can't refuse.

Warning signs can't be read from inside the womb.

Long all you want to go back to that warmth and goo,
but your stuck out here for keeps.

Don't worry though;
Life is brutal and cold and ends too soon,
but for now just go back to sleep.