I've not written since the words stopped flowing
in between the pills and the chemicals
there wasn't any blood left in my to spill on this keyboard
i have neglected friends
and built up your sorrows
clogged my arteries with the narrow disdain of stagnation

what life is this?
where i write for classes only
and draw for clicks on a website
what are can live there?
none, none, none
none save my dreary blue eyes
drinking in the rocky sodas
of dying youth
i have not been well
not been unwell
i've just been
and to the same ends
Jesus, i haven't eaten in two days
and my arms ache from playing the scissor violin
i repent for nothing!
save leaving you alone, my dear friends
what kindness did i pay you
by leaving?