8:46pm november

dust mites

its hard not to think my life is a waste 

I’m high on lyrics 

stoned to the ground 

im stoned

laying down in the gutter 

i could stay here forever 

a man watches me back and fourth 

barks why are you crying puppy

i stand up and say I’m not crying moving away as he touched me

be happy 

he crouches in the church 

help me

i display sadness when i walk dragging a stick to the side walk like a child 

she pretends not to know me 

a child looks back and gives me a smile 

she gives me a smile 

on the bus i hear her tell her dad about her friends, one of them she says my name, her friend, 

olive 

got a taste of love and i feel happy

i feel desired

i’m no longer worthless

let me show u where it feels nice 

it feels nice here when you touch it 

i can promise you love

here, 

her grace saved me 

i leave and night feels like rest 

finally dusk 

and i can feel humidity in my dumb sadness

i feel so sad 

i walk up the road 

im committing ground

you ruined my life 

imagining something attractive to say out loud to no one 

like WASTE 

she’s laying there waiting exposed

begging,

CHILDREN ARE GOD

if children are god the world is DEAD

im naked a birds nest is inside me

i can’t help but think my life is a WASTE 

try count shit on my poor hands that I’m proud 

LOVE, can’t say i have it inside me

do you really want to be raped?

community sharp bin taped to my wall

my wall outside

i wish i was heroine 

i wish i was sick rolling my eyes in the gutter forever