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.

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

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

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

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 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.