sadness and anger threaten strangulation

my throat starts to close and i gasp for air, trapped under the turbulent waters of heartbreak

karma’s a *****, but she ain’t no match for me.

the poems i write these days are disjunct and disappointingly ordinary, and i feel they truly reflect my state of consciousness.

**** here come the waves again

my fingers stumble to press play on something i know will make me feel better. music is a panacea, most days

18 is on my horizon, followed closely by the rest of my life.

can’t it ******* get here already?? what are we waiting for, people????