December 2011
25 posts
how’d i end up here to begin with?
i don’t know
why do i start what i can’t finish?
oh, please don’t barrage me
with the questions
to all those ugly answers.
my ego’s like my stomache,
it keeps shitting what i feed it.
maybe i don’t want to finish anything anymore.
maybe i can wait in bed ‘til she comes home
and whispers,
“you’re in...
I will die broke. I will die broken. I will die alone. I pray I die young.
