so low

screams like knife show
flung haphazardly and yet
with precision
they must scratch at the throat and lungs
filling him with disgust
which borders on hatred
behavior that makes loud clamor
things fall to the floor
he is wanting something more




i search myself

over and over

all that i can hear in my head
is

what is missing?
what?

and yet, i don't think there is

anything
missing.

honestly.

and i self reflect
(as instructed)

and try to find ways to
tell myself to actually
BELIEVE
that i am wrong to prove
to me and you
that i have NO PROBLEM
with being such

yet i DO NOT feel wrong

wronged

i feel sad
and disappointed
and sad some more

but mostly stuck inside myself

i need a friend's kind words
instead
i have children's voices

my best friend is sick of me

and that's okay


but it would have made hearing
two friend's familiar voices
pretty nice

for a minute or two

i am stuck, officially.

must get out of myself

sublet needed: for
strung out body.

anyone?