*sigh*

i can forgive so easily

but it's much harder to forget

because it makes talking about the future

a little more scary

which direction you headed?

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

bones of our fathers

bones are bones my friend
and you won't find flags
in a million years
in the fossil record

act 2, scene 3

"Shirtless, sheetless and sleepless
on the edge
of your queen-sized bed, Last night
I didn't wanna move you,
You said I'd be the one you remember as self-obsessed

every fucking word that I tell you is self-addressed

Sure you saw me naked but I never took my make-up off,
You don't need me, And plus my eyeballs occupy the sockets like a half-dead doll,
So maybe you could kill me off in one of your songs?

Cause I'm not thrilled about anything, anything at all..."

resist

resist?

you want me to stop this

madness, wipe out these

bold eccentrics i 

cherish?

not knowing whether to cross the line

i straddle it

to put a bit of 

character in it

suck it up?

you want me to suck this up

as if it were a bowl of yesterday's soup

well i'll tell you what

i can't help but feel

i can't help but try and stay numb

so don't tell me i can't touch that

or that i can't hold onto this

because i'll prove you wrong as long as the veins flow through my 

wrist

resist?

you wish

the damn cookie crumbles

i am completely useless right now. i am basically a worthless piece of shit, except even a piece of shit serves some purpose. what am i doing right now? i'm not doing my homework, because i can't. i just fucking can't. every time i try my head explodes and i'm pretty sure all my happy cells are slowly dying off as i sit here in the school library, the last place i want to be.

get me the hell out of here.

get me the HELL out of here.

I NEED to get out of here.

if i don't leave, something else will. some part of me will.

can you make me quiver?