sadness compilation
to no one.
I really am petitemort, petite sort
petite hurt, petite fort. petite court
I want to kill myself
I’m no longer like myself
the rest of me is left to melt
no part in it’s self.
everyday I wake
my heart with an ache
my stomach withholding break
my mind starting to shake
my hair clumped in a fist
my eyes all in a twist
my emotions drowning in an ocean
my mouth out and about
my hopes written in an oath
my fears are near, I’m close to the pier.
you were just a chapter in my book
regardless that you had a few hooks, they couldn’t get passed the nook.
So I’ll leave you at that, with a pat on the bat. saying no your too fat and oh I don’t like that. Then think well there’s a rat, who laughs at his own heart attack. oh so whack
what to do, who to shoo. I want to shoot myself in the face then rearrange the place, want to rip out my heart and use it as a dart, I’m in the dark near a shark but there’s a spark. but where does one start.
I want to cut my face, want to cut my waist want to switch my place want to be replaced want to not exist want to pop like a zit want to be removed like a cancerous tit. want to evacuate like an unknown shape, hate this place hate my face such disgrace nothing will take place. want to dissipate, asking where’s my faith? knowing its place. wanting to collaborate can’t get space, can’t escape.
when you feel like you’re drowning
but you’re only browning.
serious downing, not astounding.
