The heart of a poet

explode

i feel like a coke bottle filled with mentos
like in seconds i'm going to explode
i try and drop hints that i need help but there just seen and ignored as if nothing was said at all
i used to never try and let people know that i feel as though i'm being eaten alive
except
this time is different
this time i'm afraid that fateful night if played again won't end the same
that this time i won't be able to fight the pain
that no matter how hard i try i won't be able to climb out alive
just like last summer
fuck
just when times were getting better