SHIT NA TAE
Let me cry
For I have all the right to
Here in the shower with muted tears
Let the coldness seep through my soul
I yearn for that numbness
To quell the sensations burning in my skin
The tears won’t stop flowing
No matter how hard I shut my eyes
I swore your name a million times
I curse it with every drop of tears
So let me weep.
depression is bad for poetry and literature. drat!
