i feel crushed

that i'll always be the singly stupid blame.
dear god,
i lost you a while ago, i think.
and i'm sorry i dont try to gain you back,
but you're not trying either.
i call it quits.
i think i'd rather be a quitter than a wistful wisher on a dream that'll never make it alive.

maybe?

hello.
i dont think this world is mine
i dont think anyone quite listens
i dont think the missing piece is very missed
i dont enjoy reading frankenstein.
i want a colorful threaded friendship bracelet
the kind you make at camps laughing over rocks at 2 am
why doesnt anyone ever pick up late at night?
to shrivel inside your own body is so exhausting
slowly slowly
forgotten and hidden
in an attic no one cares to visit.
la
la
lala
laaa.

i..