Day: Jun 11, 2022

The reasons escape me like dizzy moths escape darkness,

And the black spill in my ocean tells me the sky is starless.

I do not know if I can make it a day or maybe two,

My animals are rioting, getting ready to leave this zoo.

I sit and I look back at the things I have killed for fun.

It breaks my pale skin, but will I ever be done?

My therapist says I should be much nicer to myself,

But if I do, no one will hear when I finally beg for help.

It is true, I only lose dear people when I get better –

A healing soul can only open so many mean letters.

A burning soul will cling onto gasoline to feel alive,

And I was never that good with using the prop knives.

All I have known is my soul being used like a free sample.

Now there is not much left, so do not take a gamble.

The reasons spill from me like blood from a fresh cut,

And the last light in my ribcage tells me to kill this rut.

-Jackie