i wanna feel something so bad that i run my bath water scorching
imagining i am a vegetable floating around in a *** of boiling water
its purpose is set but where is mine?
i bask in the water for hours
why pry my body from the comforting, familiar pain?
maybe i'll spend my days wasted away in the beautiful nothingness of pretty glass liquor bottles and designer drugs.
if not that then what
why pry my body from this warm tangled bed?
why love
why hate?
why try
why anything at all

oh for this world is just an empty world of "why"