ponyboycurtis

i think i might be able to help you with a visual aid.



i have/dont have you...
by the throat neck heart hand.
its a feline ghost town in here.
i keep calling you but everyone else answers
i crawl my way up the wall,
and hide back in my cottony hole
because i only scared you.
no not you, you , no not you either...

no one ever really gets it.
no one.
thats ok.
its ok.

nothing left to do at 6:30 am but take my medication and
STOP feeling.
thank god for that, thank god they found it.

or thank man.
i punch my throat.
i hang my head/neck.
its a me-ghost haunting this room.
who's gonna make me weep now.
whos gonna bring me my tears all saved up.
i guess it only scared you, in the end.
run, run off to the one who fills your empty womb.
no, not you... not you either.
-end-