don't fucking read this

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

this is a waste of time

BUT YOU STILL LOOKED AT IT

let's lock our parents out for good

and do our goddamn jobs

let's lock everyone the fuck out

and do our goddamn jobs

let's be honest with ourselves

and do our goddamn jobs

let's write about sex we never have

let's curse and complain while we change the things that stay the same

let's throw in our love like it's fucking dirty laundry

let's clean this up

let's make this fucking work

let's do our goddamn jobs

and not waste a fucking moment worrying about whether or not we care

THIS IS MY JOB

staring ahead

with paper

in my veins

i slowly drink

each word

you say

like a 

terrible

medicine

is this

supposed to 

make me 

better?

maybe

this is the

best thing

that ever 

happened

because of this poem

maybe i won't cry about this

because of 

this poem

in the back of my throat, there lies...

it's hard to explain 

why

i need this

but

i need this

when every little thing

seems impossible, improbable,

i find myself here

wishing i wasn't

here

knowing

this is where i belong, near a 

blank lined page, 

with nothing but my kneecaps

to support me

nothing to hold the paper,

i shiver here in the dark hole

i am not a child

but i still want you to hold me like the day i was born