cough; i choked on it, y'know: on schoolwork, on summertime, on false bravery, and your dick. i choked on all that shit, i regret most of that shit, and it makes me wanna cry. well actually it makes me wanna punch a hole through my chest but i ain't ever been too strong and my knuckles are already split and bleeding from all the mirrors i've thrown jabs at. so i shed tears from my ducts to cheeks, to my lips or down to my chin because i ain't ever been too strong and my eyes are already wide open and bloodshot from all the reflections i've stared into, just trying to undo myself like an accident or fatal mistake. i wrote this in haste and anger. you'll never see it, you wouldn't care if you did. i don't even really know who you are anymore, who the hell am i talking to?
