Welcome to intake.Again.New name, new face,same notepad. “Tell me your story.”Already did.Five times.You people lose therapistslike socks in the dryer. They ask about sleep.Prescribe silence in pill form.Zombie protocol:shut it up, slow it down,don’t feel too much. Cry once, and you’re unstable.Don’t cry, and you’re withholding.Speak, and it’s a lie.Flinch,…
(a bastard’s prayer) Now I drug myself to sleep,counting lies instead of sheep.If I die before I wake,at least I’d catch a goddamn break. I close my eyes, but not for restthe dark just knows me fucking best.It drags the dead back through my head,lines them up beside my bed….
There is a time in my mind, A time I want to go back to, A time before everything went bad, A time where everything felt okay. The light was softer then, Not because the sun was different, But because I still believed In things I don’t believe now. I…
