god, i am so ******* stupid
can't even manage to take my glasses off before my cry
that sounds like a wounded dog.
i hate that anyone has the ******* power to make me feel this way
especially you with your dumb ******* face
that I'm supposed to love,
i'd just as soon mold it into a bruised plum of ****** juice.
why am i this way
who can i blame it on
why is my head full of vaseline and milk-white fluid
that clogs my brain?
keep telling myself that it's not you that made me this way
but i know
i'm almost wrong
i'm the closest thing to blame
the nearest blunt object
to flatten the pain.
i wish you could feel it too.