guilt braces on leg, only this holding me up. swelling belly of the person i love
Mend yourself do it on your own no one can help you
they try and say you're doing great they don't understand
i was so much more fragile than i thought i was
im just fine terror in my eyes a soulless stammer
no one loves or likes you,
dead. and no one cares
They found you in the apartment your stench ruined their day.
an indigent inconvenience
they left the blood on the floor they'll burn it up anyway
the bugs love you more than you ever felt no one could fill the void in your existence the humors once inside you leaked to fill the crevices in the complex plumbing
i think i write mostly from recent suicide bodies perspectives