I am still upset.
However false the illusion
I think its because you are still in there
you play the game
and yet you try and soar with me
There is nothing about it that interests me
I tell myself
But It was satisfying, and now I am alone.
not alone. concrete
and I have to act like it doesn't matter
Because I am no pussy.
Mother mercy, pull my hair
wash me in my own blood.
Will you rub this powder onto my lips
and put me to sleep sleep...sleep?
I am a cockroach
spindly legs and arms
locked away from mother, because she wouldn't dare see me
They want to ignore the problem
they want to ignore me until I fade away
They want to pretend that they still care about me
So they pretend I am blind
they feed me scraps and milk
The cockroach is mellow and sweet
trapped in this disgusting carcass
tears mistaken for pus
Just let me leave