no
i'm afraid of living,
mum i am lonely. i think i learnt that when everyone i loved left
how to turn all this anger and hatred that i endure into loneliness
the lonely into busy
when i told you i have been really busy lately, i really mean i've been sleeping life and my youth away
my depression always drags me back to that bed that that smells like beautiful lavender fields
until my bones are the forgotten fossils of a skeleton sunken city
my mouth, a boneyard of teeth broken from purging and biting down on themselves
the hollow auditorium of my chest swoons with echoes of a heartbeat, but me im a careless tourist here, i will never know everywhere
mum why don't you understand
mum can't you see
neither can i
