Janis always wails.
Me to some.
Kinda.
Good memory.
I had.

A place in time.
Where I'm.
Happy.
And everything.
Is ok.

Maybe around a.
Fire.

She said she didn't.
Know.
Why I stared at her.
Or what that.
Meant.

Lies.
I told her.

She just wants.
More attention.

I didn't answer.
When she asked me.
To stay.

I just left.
To be.
Alone.

I can't stop.
Screaming.
Inside.

And.
I want to peel.
Off my skin.

Existence.
Constant frustration.

Abyssal.
Abysmal thoughts.
Drawn taught.

In
My
Mind.

The dirt caked on my hands.
I remember.
Sleeping on rocks.
Eating from the garbage.

And.
No one.
Ever helped.
Or thought.
I.
Needed it.

It's all my fault.
As.
They like.
To say.

But it doesn't.
Matter.
Anymore.

Everything is futile.
Just.
Barren empty fields.

My.
Slow.
Death.

Being in time.
Feels like.
The ego and its own.
Beyond good and evil.
Something.
Absurd.
Some.
Fear and Trembling.