How does anyone expect to                                   **** me

when I am already dead and                                  please,

don’t mind my monotone self, it                             cant

help the way it grew up; not being able to             feel.

anything it wants to, only what it doesn’t               desire

and sometimes it really is painful when it            hurts

to love and smile and laugh because                  when

the simplest things suddenly become                 complications

in life  and emotions pile up and                          overflow.

                                I think to myself I should just

                                          *d i s a p p e a r.