i skinned my knees trying to crawl through my own thoughts and emotions
i opened my veins onto paper and let the blood come trickling out
my heart is made of glass and if you tap it hard enough it will break into two million pieces
ill carve cuts deep into my chest almost as if i think without them i cannot breathe
and the words ive scratched into my throat with my fingernails will go up to my tongue
and fill me with a brand new oxygen supply

i don't know what this is
i only needed to say i hate poems and poetry