the art of writing

 Wed. 2/12/2025 most of this day didn't feel real.  everything was moving, shifting to the side. i wish i could pull my brain out and stomp it to pieces.  so if i stayed, it's because i love you why cannot i write. we all hurt, and it hurts so bad. we all hurt, and it hurts so bad. heaven come down. heaven come down. lift me up and take me out of here, and please don't make it hurt. how he hurt me, how every man hurt me. how the only person who hasn't ever hurt me doesn't have a penis. and what am i supposed to do? don't take me, don't burn me, don't heal me. let me simmer, let me seethe. let me boil and fester within myself, i will make it harder to breathe. you take me around the parking lot, lights spinning in your eyes. and i muster up the courage to stand in the face of it all. your head, spinning knees deep in the green green grass if only i wasn't scared of you and thank my god i will never be saliva on the carpet if only i knew what summer sc...