None of you care about me personally,
But my ears hear the best,
And my company soothes your loneliness.

-It’s okay to admit our interaction is about your selfishness.


Attachment Disorder

I think I’ll probably let my self seclusion destroy me,
Because they don’t want to hear it, 
And I don’t want to share.

Company in Oddities

I was just passing through,
But it’s a quiet and lonely room,
And I’m a quiet and lonely person,
-So I stayed.

-It feels like a representation of my internal space.



I’m a lot more less,
Than I was willing to confess;
But I’m not so much distressed,
As you might have guessed.

-I was planning for this,  long before you knew.


Short Distance Visits

Catch me in my poetry,
Lose me in my mind.


Sorry, I’m Dry.

Losing all my friends because they all want to fuck me.

-Was it too hard to just love me?


Losing Friends

Baby,  no one wants to hear about your problems.
They can’t bare how small they feel when they can’t help.
It reminds them of how vulnerable they are.
Reveals how all our uncertainties connect.
So,  they don’t try.
So,  just suck it up and cry.

Everyone knows why but no one wants to say it.


Quite Absurd

She was just a small little bird,
With the tiniest song;
Her heart was too big,
So,  she couldn’t live long.

That didn’t make her song any less beautiful, 
only less likely to be heard;
Yet, what does it matter?
She is only a bird.


Tools For Forgetting

I’ll write you off with poetry.


The Living Dead

Long evenings and broken backs,
All our efforts slipping through the cracks,
We’re falling off track.
We were left behind in the pack.
The beaten dead,  blue and black.

We have risen again,  to show you that not even death can stop our act.