you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

im not wanted here anyway.

easier said than done
to just trust someone
how am i supposed to know
if you're the one?

Breath, blink, bite, swallow.
No one wants to see you wallow.

Head back, eyes wide.
No one cares to see you cry

A single drop runs down your cheek
Stop it now. You’re not unique.

It doesn’t matter why you’re here
Or if you want to disappear

Stupid girl, just wipe your face
**** it up. Disgrace.