*after kaveh akbar*

*you'll get it over it* **- lil *** vert**

oh uzi/beast/gun/green/baby boy
i tried, but my stomach nearly

disintegrated, my skin nearly
slid off, leaving me red as a anxiety-

irritated wound, i nearly 
killed myself, & i'm not

just joking, like kids
at my school who

yell *go **** yourself*
across the hallways,

no,
i'm not that immature

sometimes you remind me
of my mother's disappointed eyes

when i rolled up
my sleeve,

and how she took me 
to get frozen yogurt 

afterwards
she told me not to

go crazy on the candy,
but i drowned myself

in mochi, because
i couldn't drown

myself in real
life