monkey mouth motherfucker

Everybody's looking

Everybody's talking

Nobody's listening


My spirit feels like it's drowning beneath a sheet of ice

every emotion, every feeling

every commotion

comes raving but

dies down at the door

my being's in the 5th dimension

but my spirit's on the floor.


I know I'm not easy to handle

some days I'm a handful

Some lyrics resonate with me

but they're cruel and hurtful.


my empathy wears thin

like the paint peeling off the ceiling

what do I do

who do I look up to

all my idols killed themselves

at 27.

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  1. AnonymousJune 6, 2022 at 8:03 PM

    what you do is not kiII yourself at 27 so someone can write a poem about how their idol lived a cool and long life, say 80~

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  2. AnonymousJune 19, 2022 at 10:54 AM

    https://open.spotify.com/track/7n6t89yx1U566KfgFbZNBD?si=p10gOdP0S2aQv_3F1of47g&utm_source=copy-link

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