nothing's fine
I am physically sick.
add that to how tired I am
of glaring into this laptop screen.
sick.
I've been blowing my
brains out
onto tissue paper
it's amazing how many rolls I've gone through
for someone so dumb.
the rain outside
is bringing mud water all over the news
drilling holes into my skull
the deluge of raindrops,
bullets,
sick.
maybe if I keep screaming,
the pounding,
my mom is ranting,
maybe everything will cancel out.