When I am sad
I get quiet

simple

Shake a little
on the inside
leaking to my hands

I get sad a lot
Hands shaking so I can barely write
Off somewhere inside
to some distraction
computer, ****, sleep, TV

There are no veins to open
words to fight
drugs to fix

Dying has a long-term contract

When I get sad
I get quiet

simple

My inner child
Is thinking about the inner immigration,
And I have no idea,
Where does it leave me.

I am not thinking clearly.
- Clearly.
- Yes, that's what I am saying.

This is a day,
And, as a day,
It is today.

WE CAN’T BREATHE
WHEN YOU COVER OUR MOUTHS.

There is no love lost
And there is no hate found,
There is not even a sound.

It was weird,
Then it became strange,
And now it's in the news just before weather.