people you love will turn their backs on you
0n a good day there's a sign of hope hanging from the refrigerator saying, "call me soon" on a bad day, we're all out of mustard and my hair needs to be trimmed and my contacts are too cloudy to see the details i so long for. i'm somewhere between the good and the bad, somewhere annoying and redundant, this place is cold and damp and a little dark and dry. the inside of my head is the equivalent to a newspaper stand in the middle of nowhere. i cause a million problems in my head because i can't sit still and just accept the way things are when they're just okay. someone once told me, "calm down, just let it happen." i wish i knew what they meant at that moment, cause nothing ever happened, they just blew up my entire point to the size of a billboard. sugar makes me sweet, but it helps me laugh, and i need to be perfect, for myself, but mostly for stranger, i would like to be a passing moment of "maybe, i should know her, but it's too late." as i walk as if i have somewhere more important to be, passing everything by. wonder about me, find yourself in me, forget about me. it'll stay perfect forever. while others are pounding and scratching at walls, i'll be sleeping soundly in my drug induced coma dreaming of how i wish i could be you trapped somewhere, become apart of the physical in chains and nooses, tainted and burnt up, you're a person, you're dead body proves that.