Never
will I ever romanticize
my youth.
Never
will I ever romanticize
my past.
I spit on Sentiment.
But it's all I have.

I inhale
storm clouds
like smoke.
Never
do I cough.
I want to see
how far I can destroy
myself
and whatever else there
Is.
I carry a hammer
with the hopes
of destruction

Who the **** cares
when you're lonely
and your hands are filled
with glass.
Who the **** cares.
If I'd spit in anyone's face
it'd be my own.

Quite frankly,

I drape myself in black and leather

and it’s all so funny

because I don’t want to be alone.

Sometimes I miss your voice
and other times your touch.
But last night,
I just missed you.

There was a time when my heart pumped

and then it was promptly ripped out.

I wandered

and then picked it up

brushed it off

and pump

it did once again.

Again, it was ripped out

but by yours truly.

I wandered

and then picked it up

brushed it off

and pump

it did once again.

Once more,

it was ripped out.

Now I wander

scar on top of scar

Not yet healed

and bleeding just the same.

I am some
Bloodied puppet
that is tossed to one
and then the other.
Everyone fixes me back up
and has no clue on how
I’ve hurt myself.