Don’t Cry

Keep Ya Head Up

Precious

I’m precious don’t touch me.

I Tell

I tell you often you literally make me feel so small.

My life is a subscription to you.

I’m a notification on silent.

I’m a hashtag for the archive.

While you play God with an Atheist.

If

If this is depression, this is YOU.

If this is insanity, this is YOU.

If this is a complex onslaught of emotions, then this is my final day here on Earth.

I’m Done

I cry real tears.
You drain me and I try.

You act and I believe the show.

You manipulate and like a newborn lamb, I listen.

I’m done.

Day

What day is it today?

I don’t know Rona, GO AWAY!

Off

Off.

Like cows milk rotting away in an office fridge.

Like stale bread that begins to foam.

Like my line that you keep calling.

I tried

To love you before.

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Social Distancing Online

‪What does that look like online?‬

‪Mute.‬
‪Block.‬
‪Unfollow.‬
‪Follow with a promise then unfollow.‬

‪A silent DM.‬

‪A plethora of likes for you to notice?‬
‪@ followed by a beg ‘please, follow me!’‬

‪#SincerlyYoursStan ‬

‪PS: I get you!‬

Disconnection

I know no one famous.

I piggyback on my own back.

I’ve never taken anything offered. Actually, all that you provided was fake.

When did your words come into fruition?

I’ve never sat at a free desk and completed a piece.

You lied then.

You lie now.

Please leave a message at the tone.

Influence Me Bitch

Dress up, because dressing down is impossible for you.

Pose for the cam.

Post on the gram.

Hashtag I am and credit yourself as a somebody.

Surrounded by opportunity, I do not envy you.

Influence me bitch and live your life as a star.

I, I, I.

I had Pringles for breakfast call me Fatso.

I told a lie last month. I’m no Pinocchio.

I bled for five days. I’m human.

Time

Let it be known I have no time for you.

Only time for the process for you to fade away.

Cremation is my preference too.

I Have

I have no friends.

Only faint memories of interactions I once had with some.

I Want You

I want you to picture me overeating and gaining weight rapidly.

I want you to imagine I Smell like bullshit and I don’t try to mask it with pleasantries.

Dream about my life, a life of wasted potential. I am wallowing in a bottomless pit of sadness.

I want you to wish hard that I’m crying and my heart pines for yours.

I want you to believe your actions were inconsequential, but spot on.

The Lies

The lies we tell to paint pretty pictures.