I have this little vice
that makes me feel something
It burns down my throat
fills with smoke the mouth
that sometimes spits hateful words
towards their owner.
I have this little daydream
I run into when the world is colorless
It’s the only space I own where
I can design happiness and pain
the only spot under my control
I have this little habit
of putting myself under stress and pain
They are still emotions
and sometimes I just want to feel something
in middle of this numbness
I have this little problem
where I don’t feel up to date with life
My body doesn’t feel like home
the world leaves me behind
I don’t know how to stand in my own corner
I don’t know how to love or be loved.
My book is available on Amazon: Rehab
Make some cocoa puffs with me:
