Here's something, I wouldn't call it poetry, it's just a bunch of random thoughts.
I close my eyes as my feet sink into the dirt and watch my life play on the back of my eyelids, again-and-again. Every book I've read, every song I've sang, everytimehetouchedmeandididn'twanttofeelit it's all burnt into my brain. Tattooed.
I grip my hair and open my mouth to scream
' I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND'
but nothing comes out but more useless carbon dioxide.
I open the my eyes and the sun burns them and they water. The light makes me think I'm dead. I look back at the ground, at the dirt. I fit so well with it.
My ears open to the other creatures that live in my body.
'You're useless at the moment'.
'Why, love, don't you shut the fuck up?'
I sigh and close my eyes again and watch the violence play out like some kind of discusting work of fiction. My chest hurts, ican'tbreathe
I DON'T WANT MY HEART TO STOP.
When I open my eyes again, my lip is bleeding ; I've bitten through it again. I turn to walk back home
(&The sun doesn't burn my eyes anymore...)