I drown myself in cliche
pop songs
telling me "I'm original" and
"I'm [*******] unique."
*******. Closeted twinks.
They don't know
my tedious ways and
dull style.

Thanks for leaving.
Thanks for proving me right.
Funny how you still hurt me
even when you're gone.
I am being buttfucked
by a ghost!
I am being torn in half!

The leaves tell me
to stop forcing love
and to just fall naturally.
But what the **** do they know?
They just sit around
and watch others live,
watch others pass by.
They don't know
how to feel.
They just sit
and stare
and die.