People Scare Me

People scare me because I’m seeing more and more the uninhabited rooms within them. Or should I say the rooms that are rented out by something else. They keep telling me stuff will work out, suggesting jobs that make me want to put a gun under my chin, and saying that’s normal. Suicidal unhappiness in…

#lust

I think you wanted it to hurt. I think you liked the thought of me, knotted up with jealousy, chained by hashtags half-written to open up the skin and drag out insecurities. You saw my body deserving of a few small cuts, because I didn’t give you enough proof that I gave a fuck… It…