Another fucking breakdown,
smoking again…

Heavy with my useless head,
which cannot bear

to think. Everything is bro-
ken, the glass on

my phone is cracked like my head.
The door comes off

the kitchen cabinet, as
does every last

second of my thought. If on-
ly the words would

loose and meaning come, I’d be
able to live

inside my body, be at
ease with my life.

But my mind is blank, draws a
blank if I set

it to feel—anything.