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b e mccomb
Poems
Aug 2016
i'm as bad at fishing as i am at everything else
fall out boy is always
in season
rain or shine
sweat or tears
i honestly get
tired of having
problems but
doesn't everyone?
i'm escaping
stumbling into some
false reality on the other
side of my mind's eye
sometimes i get to thinking
about alcohol and
cigarettes and i get scared
for who i'll turn into someday
and sometimes
when i can't sleep i play
what a catch donnie
on repeat until i cry
"said i'll be fine
til the hospital or
american embassy"
gets me every time
leaves an actual pain
in my stomach
the ache of something
i want more than anything
to die
or leave
to no longer be
choked
convulsing on the
scratched wooden floor
legs twitching and
forehead sweating
i can't breathe
and it's not just
the humidity
it's the thoughts
it's the scars that are
too new to talk about
and the ones
too old to care about
eyelashes are
scraping irises
hands are
always sticky
how pain
is normalized
and anxiety
just happens.
the song is over
play it again
shuffle and repeat
until sleep
i should have stayed home
i always should stay home
but i don't like
home anymore
i never did like home
and it's mostly because of
who i find there
when i'm all alone.
Copyright 6/28/16 by B. E. McComb
#suicide
#depression
#alone
#anxiety
#summer
#sleepless
#panicattack
#falloutboy
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