I don't cry
I write poems
I don't bleed
I write songs
I don't have friends
I just see them
As words
That belong
Together
Forever
In my mind
And on paper
They form a thought vapor
More addictive than smoke
And art is a joke
It's just a byproduct of grieving
When your mind is just seething
And you can't go on breathing
When everything you loved
Is just slipping away
And you long for yesterday
And the entire world collapses in on you
But know that I write the truth
I'm ignoring the pain in the roof
Of my mouth from stabbing it
To get the words out
Dear I'm not angry
It's just insanity
It happens sometimes...
I don't mind it so much
Do you?
So do I.