moreso
i've been continuing thoughts.
wanting to write, wanting to expel my mind
onto a solid white sheet.
my brain feels like a sponge,
absorbing the ick and muck
of daily life.
i want to kick myself in the teeth.
i want to shove a roll of quarters down my throat
i want to headbutt the lamp posts that dot this street.
I feel like starting over completely.
i'm so glad to know some people.
and feel tortured just that others get to breathe regularly.
maybe i'm too negative.
maybe my life is great, and i don't see it.
might as well quit while i'm ahead
whatever that means.
it's not like i have anyone to cheer me up.
wanting to write, wanting to expel my mind
onto a solid white sheet.
my brain feels like a sponge,
absorbing the ick and muck
of daily life.
i want to kick myself in the teeth.
i want to shove a roll of quarters down my throat
i want to headbutt the lamp posts that dot this street.
I feel like starting over completely.
i'm so glad to know some people.
and feel tortured just that others get to breathe regularly.
maybe i'm too negative.
maybe my life is great, and i don't see it.
might as well quit while i'm ahead
whatever that means.
it's not like i have anyone to cheer me up.