I can't bother,
the thought of life

makes me want to
be smothered by my
pillow, shot up in a hurricane,
twisted in a twister, deepened
by a wound, drowned, in a green
lagoon, I don't feel a part of this
world anymore, how could I still
be part of it, I'm distant, and I want
to end, the thought of the day after

next makes me hate, and I hate too
often, I'm a jar, I hate it, I'm not brave,
I'm not enough to take it.