Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time