notion 36.
monica,
asleep
and me,
i can’t
escape.
i can’t
see a thing
in this
darkness.
07.20.2005.
notion 37.
i’m so god damn
fucking ugly.
who could ever really
want me?
i get lost in the confusion.
might as well just leave
me behind.
i’m some piece of shit
you found
and now to dispose.
just leave me.
i’m so fucking ugly.
who could ever really
want me?
believe me i understand.
throw me away.
i’m so fucking ugly.
who could ever really want me?
who could ever love me?
i’m so fucking ugly.
07.20.2005.
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 
is this just a poetic frenzy or are you really hurting?
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These are older poems that seem from another lifetime when I was really going through these things, but my life is so different now.
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I’m happy that you’re in a better place now. That said, there is nothing ugly about you, or your words. The things you endure make you who you are. Thank you for sharing these snippets of yourself.
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