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.

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.

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.

Attention

Up! Two, three, four – Where the fuck is your girlfriend?

Why do your tears clog my drains?

What happened this time?

Where did you say you were again? Ah! Yes, you were floating away on cloud 9.

Bitch better get off my back.

Release my fucking hope! Stop clinging onto to me like the worthless piece of fucking shit you are.

One! Two, three four – Where the fuck is your lifeline?

Fall off my fucking boat! – Stop shouting for help and crying for the Captain.

Up! Two, three, four – Unique is not here no more.

Five, six, seven, eight – Unique is strong, and Crow is great.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve – Crow made me happy, and I no longer dwell.

Mason Knows

He saw who lit a match between their beak while standing near your soundproof walls.

I sort of spoke. But then wondered why? You wouldn’t have heard me anyway.

I remember someone saying, ‘the night is young.’

We all remember it lasted for days.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to you.

I don’t give a fuck day, fuck you!

Happy ‘why are you still here?’ day, dear History!

Happy Birthday to you.

Neon

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