I don't know what I'm doing
and I'm not sure if I ever did.
These worries wear me down
and sit heavy on my chest,
but I have no plan for my future
because I'm not sure
if I even want one.

Do me a favor
and devour me whole.
I'm so sick
of being torn apart
from the inside out,
but you're in my ******* veins.
You're consuming
my every thought
and eating me alive.
Please
destroy me.

You are a tessellation
composed of repeating patterns,
a labyrinth of congruency,
and the last thing I need
is another right angle
to corner myself in.
I don't want any more
symmetry
or geometry,
I simply want to be freed
from this multicursal maze
you left me in.