a poem for today, 14 October 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of eleven sentences and its image]
Waiting to die is all I have ever done.
Some days, I’m too depressed to do anything but cry.
Like I don't know how to light my ass on fire.
Fire breathing cats, fairies, and three headed magic genies are real but they just don't make themselves known.
To be honest I really don't care.
I do not like the people here.
Don't be sad when the sun goes down.
Trust me, you know what I'm doing.
You asked to talk to me because maybe you don't think I have anything to say, but I do.
I don't know where to buy.
Do not use while sleeping.