So
When does it end?
The performance
That is my life
Is it the lack
Of excitement
That makes it
So obsessively
Easy
For you
My outwardly
Dullness
That makes it
Compulsive
For you
Does it stop
When
I finally lose
It
Punch
A dumb girl
Who doesn’t know
How to curl her
Own hair
Borrowing my
Nervous ticks
Does it end
When I scream
“I have made
The perfect pencil!”
Running to the woods
To hide
Never coming out
Surviving
On boiled pine combs
Letting their
Tenderized flesh
Tear my mouth
Or
When my insides
Become
My outsides
Because
Of course
It is your business
To know
My ***** thought
My secret screams
All the things
That terrorizes me
Rip me
In two
The fact that
I have
Always wanted
To split
My body in two
RIP IT APART!!!!!!
Let my howl run out
Back breaking
Voice screaming
“I am finally free!
My monster
has finally run out of me!’
But
That will never happen
It exists as me
My deep
Redness
That pulsates
Through me
Surrounded by
Lapis
That thick shell
Of blue
That encases me
It is
Me
My faint breathe
That keeps pumping
In spite of myself
No matter
How many times
I whine
Let me die
Let me end
I breathe in