Folded into crazy homes
Frozen behind windows
Staring out, eerie eyes
Hazy behind rasping gusts of breath
Before curtains close
To hide this poverty
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will haunt me still
Ricocheting around my skull
Till thought is null
With only oughts to do
But no drive to pull them through
Living inside a skull
Inside a mind, inside a brain
Royally fucking screwed
I sat outside till the midges started to bite. I just sat.
Do you know what it feels like to feel like your drowning on air?
I rely on others to care about me, in a world that doesn’t care.
So I sat. And I tried not to think I’m an idiot. But I did, I slapped my forehead and said “you’re a fucking idiot” and I think the cat across the road might agree. I considered just staying there, sleeping on the bench.
I walked out the other night to distract myself from the S word. I’m restless. It was about 11:00 pm. I prefer being outside at night, i oddly feel safer. A guy walked down the road just before you turn to the block of flats, and I don’t know what was up with him but….it explained why it was a windless night. Because he seemed to have to all the wind coming out of his arse. He was farting really loudly as he walked along, hell they sounded like he possibly followed through. I don’t think he noticed someone was actually outside at that time to witness it….
It hurts when you realise you’re alone in this world.
Razor blades and finger nails
walk the contours
of your body
Seeking Rivers of blood
hoping to be a crack
in your dissatisfaction
(c) 2016 March
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