poetry:
I N H A L E S
I stubbed my toe at the end of the haul
Phone’s on. 57%
Can’t even make a call
I try to scream on top of my lungs
Voice is drerey can’t sing at all
Tired and parionoid
Don’t feel so well
School today was fucking hell
Got lost today
I’m such a cluz
Ask for help no one came for help
I beg and whine
Most of my time
But yet they said “oh I’ll be fine”
I’m Tired and angry
I wanna sleep
But every time
Something goes on repeat
This poem is long
This poem is feared
Now I am done
I now disappear