I get up, I get down yelling nothing, soundless sound. say it wrong, try again who is she? that's my friend **** the spider, no remorse. say i love you till my voice is horse. cats that bite, autumn joy. living life like a toy. uninspired, not okay. brightroom sings, end of day.
im bored, and tired i just wanna go home but i dont know where it is i want to go home.
Trust is a blade Sharp and serrated Cuts uncleanly This wound wont heal Jammed into my side Between my ribs Lacerates my lung Before piercing my heart Then twisted Slowly with a sawing motion To maximize the damage Quickly removed It scrapes my ribs The noise is a chatter Muffled and wet Blood spirts out I'm going to lay down Just for a minute Need to rest my head I'll be fine
I break down in the walk-in freezer at work, Like another piece of equipment that is just barely hanging on to life. Serving it’s intended purpose, Yet useless enough for everyone to let it know as much.
I don’t want to be a gas range without a pilot light anymore, no. I no longer want to fizzle out after a long day of being used, Only to be lit up again when someone else wants fed.