Today i shovel
Food,
Hunger,
Fill the void.
Yesterday,
Nothing.
A glass of rum,
Tears.
I think i should like to...
Please.
Empty wailing in silent car.
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Why me?
Sickness,
Pain.
I had no choice.
Walls are closing
In.
I think i should like to...
Help me.
You are all
There for me,
And yet
No one is.
And so i claw
At skin
And cut
My hair.
I think i should like to...
Stop this.
My cheek
Is raw.
My hand comes sharp
Across
The flesh.
Distraction
Is beautiful
Agony.
I think should like to..
I want to...
I just wanted
To be happy.
Why
Has this happened?
My soul
Is heavy,
My essence
Is tired.
I think i should like to...
Die