Sickly blue
Disturbed dissections
I scream silently
To anyone whose asking.

Because it's my favourite thing to say.

I protrude emptiness, so black
That rainy days
Are bright.

As you shove bones
Down my throat
Expecting me to swallow
And saying it's help.

I cut my skin, to feel
Dissatisfaction

And wait for my lungs
To stop
But the bus stop blues
Never come.

So bleeding waterfalls
Calmly

I metaphorically take pills
Again and again.

Even though I'm metaphysically impaired

I'm still waiting to die.