I dragged my bleeding feet along the beach

The ocean washed over me

and I brought more salt along

in my pocket

for a little extra pain.

I just can’t get enough.

I just can’t get enough.

I’m all by myself

and boy,

I sure can hurt.

Walking anyone

to the door

makes me feel

lower than low

and remember

not just anyone

but someone.

I wake

and ache

unable to truly

grasp anything,

I’m sick of sleep, I’ve slept enough.

I’m sick of pain, I’ve hurt enough.

I’m sick of blood, I’ve bled enough.

I truly want
to be loud
to scream.
I simply cannot.
Trust me,
I've tried.
Trust me,
I've lied.

For we went out last night.
All 4 of us.
We drank 4 coffees each
And by the time we finished all our poetic banter
It was 4 in the morning
And we were the only 4 people left
In the whole **** place.
But you surprised me,
For four bruises
Found themselves along my body.
You were always hidden by 5 and 3,
You’re smooth
And slick
And easy
And I like you.

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

Is it too
much to ask
to be smothered
in candles
and love

I can't be anybody

I can't be anybody

I can't be anybody.

I need to sleep it off.

I don't punch hard enough

to leave any

lasting impact.

Not even a bruise.

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.