merrily through this world we go
purging in every toilet bowl

the boy loved God so much
he had no love left for me
i poured my love into his overflowing soul
and ended up in a biblical drought of my own making

A glass against the wall
It broke
Her skin
Slashed from within
Alcoholic disinhibition
Exposed her underlying condition
Of the urge to take, to end the days
Of a girl imperfect in every way
Waiting for a day when she didn’t wish
That she wasn’t born, she didn’t exist

the tightness increases
i have to leave
wrist to elbow
i can’t breathe

i hate the way men look at me
jesus never had to deal with that

How do I end?
The visceral shudder
The urge
Replaying the car crunching
Letting go of the wheel
Lying in a stream letting the water wash by
Tracing the veins in my arm with a scalpel
Red spilling out
Cleaning
Purging
Arms out, in a cross
But this one selfish
The depression runs deep
Death, the cure

They both stopped my tears from running
Smiled fondly as they caught them in their tracks
Unable to stem the flow
Unwilling to let them fall
But my cause, you cannot be the cure