1) I wake up and the only thing I look forward to is going back to bed
2) Hallways seem never ending
3) I forget how to cry
4) I rub my forehead a lot
5) All my clothes are *****
6) I start taking long naps
7) I can't stop thinking about death
8) I start wanting therapy everyday
9) I feel so much that I don't feel anything
10) I push people away so my death doesn't hurt them so much

All nasty and full of gunk.
I fogot my toothbrush at the complex.
One week I've waited and it's still in the same place.
Feels like I was here yesterday.
But I know it's gonna feel like forever leaving.
Thank god I can try to keep clean with my essential back in my hand.
But I still can't help the feeling...

I'm going to loose my toothbrush again.

I  am  *****
  like
FRANCIS     1ST  CLASS  
RAILWAY'S   *****
CARPET.



      I  am  focus-less
    like
A   MOVING  NEUTRON   STAR
TOWARDS      UNLIMITED
DESTINATION  AREA.


I am   looking   you
like
A  RIVER  IN
DESERT  COUNTRY
WHERE    WATER
IS PRECIOUS  THAN
UNNECESSARY  WATER-FLOWING.

a shower
is like
love:
you rinse of
the dirt
and end up
with only
the cleen

I feel so *****
Each time I shut my eyes.
While my love makes love
I imagine someone else every time.

Someone to call me names.
Someone to play games.
Someone who talks *****
And finishes without aim.

I feel so trapped and alone.
Each time I touch myself,
I close my eyes
And I’m no longer stuck at home.

I stand in the mud
To guard from the flood
Of parasitic bugs
That try to steal blood
But I’m not an evil vet
So I try to use mosquito nets
That can’t match the torpedoes set

The passing of time
Develops nasty grime
Through blasting crimes
As the lasting mimes
Understand ***** dimes
Fall to those in line

After a while the painted soil
Becomes black from sainted oil
Acquired through tainted toil
To the wealthy go the spoils
Saying it’s healthy to be royal
While our dying planet boils

A tar pit
Carpet
Car drift
Scar gift
Guard shift
Charred rift
Bars lift
To heaven’s gate
So instead I deflate
To a second rate
Panicked state
As the Devil’s mate

Drowning in quicksand
Certainly won’t fix man
But I’m out of tricks planned
To cross this split span
That’s a crypt can
That clips lambs
Who withstand
The whip slams
In this strict land
Where kicks ram
The sick ******
Who picked scams

This tower of dirt
Built by our hurt
Has crumbling girth
So is it really worth
All the pain we birthed?
Like a plague on Earth
Where we play the perp
There’s no way this works