If I was young,
know my body was so tired...

Like the way anorexia starved my brain,
and slowed down my world...

Rest in peace,
your blood on the street...

My own ignorance is my life’s greatest...
I am torn between two perspectives...

My best art comes from the psychoanalysis of...
My muse is lit by the fire of internal wreckage...

When your spirit is feeling heavy
and the liquor makes you sad...

Cancer is so f——ng dumb. It’s like okay...
Dope...

I’m not sure if it was my tax-free street...
bodily-harm PTSD trauma type of shxt...

The plague of the USA.
At the Giant Eagle checkout...

I feel like the pain I have been waking up with
since they “removed” my cancer...

I feel most people live in a constant state of...
It’s a daily mannerism to be mildly dishonest...

The mental blackout curtains,
the heavy, wet fabric laid on my cerebellum...