Exhaustion

Everything is to damn hard
nothing makes sense
it’s just too much
I don’t want to be so caught up
I don’t want to be so confused
frustrated because I don’t understand
living in this world is just so bad
breathing would be a chore if I
I confronted this choice of mine
everything is just so hard
can’t make it the struggle is wrong
everything is living life
I’m too tired man I’m too high
can’t function it’s just not right
I let myself go and that’s just fine
is it living if I’m not alive?

We need to do better

We need to do better-
no, shit.
We need to do better-
than quit!
We need to do better-
but we just keep talking
we just keep walking
away.
We need to do better-
just stop!
We need to do better
it’s all talk,
won’t name the problem
just walk
act all remorseful
but don’t
don’t name the problem
we won’t.
We need to do better-
yes,
name the fucking problem
and then
change the way you think
and let
let the truth set in
we protect those that commit
acts of child of molestation,
child rapist and then
we need to do better-
yes.
We protect adults the best
keep the monsters living
and tell the children
they’re healing.
We need to do better,
we forget who we are
we used to love children
but those moments are gone-
feed them to demons
protect what is wrong
we need to do better
but we do not see
we take the steps
to look away
facing the problem
we must maintain
look at the devil
say it’s real name
then sacrifice the ones
who commit to evil
we need to do better
we really do
we need to do more
than just say that we do.

What Natalie Portman was really talking about

Messages-so many messages
got the girls screaming,
got the women leaning
on walls to catch their breath,
confusion is the anti-drug
that leaves our lives bereft.
We can’t get to dreaming,
we can’t get to life,
we just live in bewilderment-
confused unable to thrive.
Women and girls get conflicting
conflicting messages all the time
from media that tells us one thing
while the other thing exist alongside
so we can’t accept the reality
because girls and women get confused
like a virgin in a bikini
it leaves a girl with nothing to do
but cringe and think about
how it makes her feel
that a girl could wear a bikini
and be a virgin too
it’s just that feminist has all
the girls and women confused
society says one thing
but they say that we choose
a feminist lives to tell you
it’s a bikini or virtue

Price per pound

Worth the empty nausea
the pain that comes
with starvation
the feeling you’ll
succumb to death
forget it all
it’s worth all this
the cramps, the vomit-
all the confusion
you’ll feel better
protect the illusion
everything will be
just fine
you’ll get thin
and possibly die
worth the empty nausea
if your corpse is thin enough.

Nightmares

I don’t know what I’m crying for
I just know I’m dying on the floor
moaning and sighing
this heart aches for more
but it’s gone now
it’s gone now
the feeling I was holding
it’s gone now
and I don’t have a cure for sobbing
it’s gone now I’m broken
but it’s not alright
no beauty here, no tragic light
no candle dinners this time tonight
I don’t know what I’m crying for
don’t know why my heart is sore
why every bone is breaking
or why my hands are shaking
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
another breakdown another bad dream

Puzzle pieces

And then it falls to pieces
like a puzzle in my head
the world a mirror around me
now shatters cutting red
I see only something-it’s name
I cannot place
for everything is broken, absurd
and out of date.
I can’t make the shadows
keep in their proper state
no reality can’t stay
everything again is clay
the mirror shatters then it breaks
snaps back into sight and space
puzzle pieces all in place
nothing shatters it’s just the same.

Stitched

Silence becomes me
stitched lips
make my heart sing
numb if not nothing
for I cannot be something.
Silence becomes me
filled up with nonsense
confusion in my head
sore but still in bed.
Stitched lips and silence
I am the violence
we stop the madness
by taking your head.