I keep telling them

Help me

I’m dying

It’s winning

They say get help

When cancer kills someone

I suppose there must be someone who is left without support

I just happen to be the one who’s not supposed to be supported

I just don’t understand

Diseases kill people

Well most

Yesterday was hard

You say they’re pretty I say I should have been born as one

I

Alienation crosses the line of desperation and sinks

It’s just that no one understands me

Who could now?

I’ve been sitting on this book for a decade

I don’t think it’s worth telling most days

I pet trees like cats

Just because I want to hear trench doesn’t mean I want to go straight til morning I

It’s already gone and I’ll go

I don’t know what I want to hear

But it isn’t anything that’s happened

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