I'd drown don't you love me anymore?
Do not worry, everything gets better
in time. They say the black dog lies
to me, but he's not talking, not All
even a whisper. he does is stay. All
he ever does is stay. Good doggie. I
Nice doggie. So loyal. He'll never I
leave, will he? At least one thing I
won't. Can't. Shhh, don't bother not
complaining; everyone else has funny
bigger, better, worser problems. all
What's is so fucking heavy. What's I
the matter, honey, am I entertaining
anymore? Don't worry, Daddy will get
better with time. What's the matter,
darling, so tired I just need to one
take a walk -- long last walk to out
sort it all so I can finally get and
some rest maybe try again. I'll make
different choices. This isn't always
about you, but maybe it should've it
been. Maybe it should be. Bitch long
might be. Ha ha ha. How long can I'm
this possibly go on? How can I doing
make it look like doing the right so
thing when I didn't start out the it
right thing and I've been faking and
everything for long, because they it
said 'fake til it's real' but it yet
isn't real at some point, someone is
gonna show up and take you all away.
So just tell me again, won't you you
please, how am I supposed to breathe
while I'm too weak to hold a gun I'm
already the quieter you get, the all
better they think you are. Ha ha ha.
just wish I knew how to reach you. I
Maybe we could try to pull one shoot
another up instead of hold eachother
down. always have a vision of a Fuck
constant, something staying the same
even after years and years. Even Ron
after this time. lost those earrings
entirely. No idea where they are. on
Fuck physics. Fuck. all those people
who said 'if only tried'. I'm myself
if thought I had the strength. bears
I'd cut myself but everything is I'd
hesitation. myself but Maybe next of
time. Everything is dark and an just
undercurrent of shame, lately. funny
Everything's suffocating? Drowning I
in fear and self pity. Wallowing, my
even. It's not anymore. Sugar is too
thick on tongue; sleep's too eyes my
heavy. will never be more than isn't
this and this enough. Good night and
good night, and good night. Goodbye.
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About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.