With dirty open wrists dripping, and later stitched into battle scars I never begged for pills. But a clean ass punk gets a foot in and comes back stuffed like there’s no tomorrow.
Let’s pretend that I am famous—you are all in it we cool.
Who needs security cameras in the apartment building when the cat disappears into the shade armed with rubber bands.
Let’s bring business on social media where clients become friends eager to see what you bought with their money.
Have you ever noticed how you are constantly nagged to look a certain way; a certain someone that looks like a past.
Radical elimination aka see you never—snap, snap, snap.
Wearing makeup has never looked so natural—tell me, tell me what are you hiding.
The eyes expression of digging deep inside one’s brain with nothing worth exhuming.
“Live fast, die young.”
“But I’m pretty,” says the soon-to-be a walking zombie.