Lights dancing in random tap. What a life, we'll leave it at that. Wax like a bullet, soft till it bangs. Right every wrong in a drunken haze. I've thought, I've been to -that place- and back. But it's world intangible to language. A lost confusion, yet somehow guided. We start to see how bright lights and new controversies literally blind us and bind us to the 9 to 5. Poetry turns into a story and why. Its not like I have to write long words or even talk with large pieces of letters. Me simple. But dont you fg dare for a minute look down on me. Or even think of me as anything less then human. Now... Ive been confused. I dont know what I want out of life yet. Just to be happy right? I wanna be sad so I can appreciate the good. If life was all up's, we'd think we was moving in a straight line and never be content. Please love eachother, please just....be kind. Not even kind. Just....stop hating everyone and everything. I know things seem like they cant get any worse. But they will. They'll get so bad...so, fg, bad....to where you cant breathe. And every second you inhale it feels like dry straw in your chest. It becomes so unbearable and so exhausting you cant think straight. You plug the drain. Let the water run on cold. And take your steps into the bathtub. With your last exhale you sink to the bottom, shimmering water is the last thing you'll ever see. Please. If your suicidal. Breathe....you've done it your whole life. Please don't let it end here. I don't know who you are. But I do love you, and i want you to make the Very best out of whatever you can. Know that i care. If you have no one else, call my number on repeat because ill probably think its a telemarketer. 330-401-7513. I love you