I grind my teeth and clench my fists
and it's not ******* poetic
it's something I do because I can't
believe I'm alone
I'm always alone
and you can take your depression
and your desperation
and make words flow like wine
but I can't put me
doing 80 in a 30
screaming at nothing
my stomach shooting
bullets through my brain
in a book I bound myself
and call that
******* poetry
this isn't poetry
and it's not pretty
because I'm not pretty
I'm putting myself on the line
at 12 and then hanging up
because I lost my voice
doing 80 in a 30
2 hours before I shot myself
for thinking
it could all be different