everything i keep inside

five

july 11, 2017 | 1:01 am

if looks could kill
would i still be alive?
maybe.
but words
if they were dangerous enough
words would kill me
i would be six feet under.
words,
used so loosely
as if they don't mean a thing.
because to you
i don't mean a thing.
i don't get it though.
what was my role there?
am i part of your comedy sketch?
huh?
i was joke to you
right?
because you caught me crying
at my locker
after you spread rumors of me,
you just laughed
right at my puffy face.
are you an attention seeker?
no? okay
but you thought i was?
because you caught a glimpse
of my cut up wrists.
oh but those were not clear signals
were they?
you needed a larger hint
and i think you needed some glasses too.
but after my trip to the hospital
that didn't end so well
those brand new glasses
helped you realize
and notice
me and my cries for help.
but of course
it was too late.
from the afterlife,
i leave two messages
fuck you
and guess what?
you're a terrible comedian.