I am forever unhappy
and I never feel clean.
I'm tearing us apart
and that may be okay.
Perhaps one day
my bones will feel as good
as when you held my hand
and kissed my jaw.

******* knows.
Nobody ******* understands
exactly who I am.

I'm depressed enough
to make it big.
Count
27.
I've drank too much tea.
I'm already self-destructive.
And every body
loves me.

I hate the blood that runs through my veins.
Weekly,
I drain myself
and boil it upon the stove.
Anger is a comfort.
I hate the blood that is so close to mine
I'm an angry son
of a
*****.

Chewing on glass
I broke every bottle that I could get
my hands on.
Chewing on glass
I'm never satisfied with the blood that pours
through my teeth.
I shoot a fine stream through
the gap
and it's all fun and games.
I like how it stains my teeth
and every other part of me.
Forget late,
I never bloomed.

I better tell all my friends
that I'm
Dying.
Because that's the only
thing that seems logical to do.
I'm running out of coffee
and the fan just fell out of the ceiling.
Running
the blood is pouring from my hands
God,
I'm beautiful right now.

Sometimes
I get so filled up
that I spill over.
All my liquids
spill through my teeth
and out my mouth.
I can’t stop
laughing
and I can’t
stand up straight.
I can’t tell if I
embarrass her
or
not.