an exercise in angst (teenage mood).

I. 
hurt your skin, 
peel it back- 
fade to black 
doused in sin. 
no one cares. 

shed your tears. 
share your fears. 
nothing’s fair. 
count to three 
or to four. 

like before, 
can you see 
anything? 

there’s nothing. 

II. 
so you like the feel, 
but don’t like the taste- 
such a fucking waste, 
waiting to be real. 

should i try? well, what for? what for? what for? 

i’m just so bored 
like before 
wanna die. wanna try 

to get out of here 
then into someone, 
i’m just acting dumb- 

so happy you hear.

11.09.02.