gunshot self-expression
COME LIVE INSIDE MY HEAD
i used to be suicidal
now i just want to kill everyone else
and run back and forth frantically screaming,
“what have i done! what have i done!”
nobody will hear me and i will feel bad
i want to stop feeling emotions like ‘sad’
can someone please stick a fork inside me
and see if i am finished cooking
i feel like i want to go
to the nearest earthlike
planet with you
and die
my life as a non-sequitur
monsters are inside of my pants
make soup out of my soul
when you are done
breaking my heart
can we go for tea
i can’t go today
i am busy
climbing trees
is a euphemism
for fuck i hate my life
someone stab me to death
i need to die before noon
otherwise i will have things to do
i hate how you don’t even call me
to ask if i feel like dying today
i guess you don’t give a shit
you only think about yourself
says the voice in my head
i killed the voice
now i am dead
i have awkward written all over me
this is awkward
writing is stupid and boring
i should stop doing this to myself
i don’t even know what i am doing to myself
nobody ever wants to talk to me anymore for very long
i don’t know what to say to anyone anymore for very long
hello anyone are you anywhere for very long
could we dance to one last song
before i move on
the silent planet by santino dela
i wish i could say nothing
and always be heard
on the silent planet
everyone understands you
don’t even need to say anything
you just read each others minds
then there is that one guy
who people avoid
because his mind
is truely
fricked
up
OH WELL THEN FRICK ME UP
YOU DON’T WANT TO READ MY POEMS BECAUSE THEY SUCK
WELL MAYBE YOU ARE The ONE WHO SUCKS AT RADING OEMS
I DONT CARE B+CUZ I //LIKE (POEMS_) AND thEY ARE FUN
I DoNT NEED TO MAKE ANY MONEY
I AM A BUM
PLEASE
CAN
I
BORROW A DOLLAR
FOR A FRENch FRY
U S I C K F U C K
