everyone is supposed to leave
i know that
nothing more than a walking gas station,
a luggage and a few parking tickets-
and they’ll be on their way
Tag: Depression
getaway
i can’t stop the shaking,
the feeling of giving up
dropping everything
& start anew.
somewhere where no one knows
anything, where i can build,
somewhere quiet,
it won’t stop the shaking
it’ll be back the next day
maybe a month from now
but that time
sounds perfect
surrounding fear
hear the voices climbing in
through the door under the pile of books
only you know where that door is;
you love to take control
drive around the block a few times
be spiteful as you give the keys back
& back out the trap door,
i worry the day you never
turn the controls back
missing organ;
i won’t become
something different
to appease your insecurities,
i won’t say sorry
for being me
it took me
way to long
to know who i was
to be taken away
by anyone
just dessert
i find myself selfish
in the most uncommon time
looking for god
in the hottest time
picking up the phone
in the middle of the desert,
wrath is laughing
greed is smiling
and gluttony shovels what’s left
nothing much
just a nightmare with a side of depression
in a desert
favorite streamer
only way i can explain it:
the body is on a delay
this isn’t a live stream
top dono gets a shout out no-
mind moves body waits
a delay
one part operated by me
the other
i
i am not sure;
they’re kind
just not me
never one
to ask for help
rather bleed on the sidewalk
then ask for aid
at the tip of the blade
they prayed
then betrayed
all digging a grave with a heavy spade
no tombstones no markings
prepared for that future;
seems further by the day
space travel
you decided
this earth wasn’t good enough
so you aimed for the sky
scoped rifle takin’ pop shots
rain fire on our home
bombarded hail
sent a post card from mars
replied with a mars bar
an empty picture frames
a half written song
microwave pizza & today’s paper
garfield is still undefeated
you use to read this
back on earth
i don’t know if you remember
but it’s monday down here
what day is it there
do you have enough clothes
what’s the weather like
do you miss cartoons on saturday morning,
like we’re kids;
whatever planet you’re on tomorrow
know earth is watching
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