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You wreck yourself
Just for the pleasure
Nothing to moan about
And you feel down.

Picking your scabs
Pick your enemies
Something to complain,
Given sunshine or rain.

Wallow in your joy
Swallow in your pity
Got a new toy
A five minute ploy.

Nails and stigmata
It doesn't really matter
Reassuringly Depressed
To you it's just a minor misery.
It's not funny but I just can't stand the pain,
Waking up alone it's all the same,
Leaving this world tomorrow,
I begged, stole, borrowed, sorrow....yeah.

Oh that's why I'm depressed,
Depressed like a Sunday morning,
Oh that's why I'm depressed,
Depressed like a Sunday morning.

I want to be drunk, so drunk,
I want to be free to know what's wrong,
I want to be free,
Not you ***** just me.

Oh that's why I'm depressed,
Depressed like a Sunday morning,
Oh that's why I'm depressed,
Depressed like a Sunday morning.
Richie Easy Faith No More
I itch and I scratch
I can never relax
I open the fridge door
Hungry for what, unsure.

I stare out the window
With nowhere to go
Put on a record and let it spin
Bet on a horse that will never win.

Drink coffee, beer and wine
Full up beyond feeling fine
Picking a scab clean
I start to daydream.

Nap on the couch with TV on
The light has faded and almost gone
Hold my guitar and pretend I can play
The many ways how I waste my day.
Killing Time
4 AM
Foreign film
Bored hunger
Dry throat.

Getting late
Parlez-vous Francais?
Chocolate craving
Sore chest.

Darkest hour
Prefer Spanish
More caffeine
Matchstick eyes.

Endless night
Travel needed
Coffee tea
Much relief.
 May 2017 Maia Vasconez
Astor
She was sprawled out,
draped in grey,
lying on her ocean bed
tinted in evergreen,
and wafting sumac scent
moon resting on a silver chain
around her neck
she was a presence of peace
loving eyes locked
lingering on the bejeweled strand
of pearls around between my breast

a seafaring man would fear her,
but a salt laced maid would love her
 May 2017 Maia Vasconez
CNM
I should have been institutionalized
Lying on the floor at 15 taking all the pills in the house
I never succeeded in suicide
She gave me a tiny wooden box
A butterfly on the top, my moms favorite animal
I kept my razors there
Until the butterfly fell off
Trigger warning
 May 2017 Maia Vasconez
CNM
Ill
 May 2017 Maia Vasconez
CNM
Ill
My body aches and writhes in my bed
A demon under my skin hurts me
Suicidal thoughts enter my head
Why does pain visit me every day
In every possible way
Why does it make me want to inflict more
My poor hips are so very sore
Silent screams escape from my heart
This feeling is tearing me apart
I have been weakened
All of the way down to my core
Chronic illness haunts my waking life
Bottled
Boxed
Shrink wrapped
Flash frozen
Angst
And grunge.
Spray on depth
And emotions,
Advertised
To children.
Individually packaged
Insomnia,
Because something
Needs to be wrong with you
For people to care.

In our pre ripped,
Pre faded jeans,
Music
About drugs
And drink,
Sung
By children
Who've never come close
To either,
At the top of their lungs
Into the night.

Because pain is deep,
Pain is real.

We're dumping paint cans
Full of black paint
Over our heads,
Clumping our hair together,
Covering our sunshine
Yellow bodies.
Just to demonstrate
Some contrast
Against the summer
Blue sky,
So we get to be
A little different.

Sabotage
Sabotage
Sabotage
Sabotage

Marketed,
Advertised,
Sabotage.

Do you feel it in the air?
Family value sized
Self destruction?

And pointing it out
Is pointless,
Because my fake nose piercing,
And brand new
First tattoo
Sting still,
You could say I'm the worst.
i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars
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