
My soul wants to exit this carcass.
Explode!
Leaving chunks of memory on the ground!
Trapped inside with nowhere to hide!
I think my soul is slowly seeping!
Like a blow up doll that’s been sexually abused!
I often say that I hate the world!
I shouldn’t.
Hating the hate and mental state is how I relate.
My head is like a shattered plate!
My heart is like a locked gate!
My memory…well, I don’t remember!
I’ll be gone till November!