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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