"
I want to pull me up and lick my wounds with my old sandpaper tongue
and I need to try to stop lying
need to rip my throat out, and shove it back again
so i can swallow my acid spit
and breathe in my words, my thoughts and reason
the reasons why I'm such a fucking face in the bushes
and all these times I never told my mother, that I want to die, that I've wanted to cry my whole fucking life
and all these times I never told my father,
that I was made a pretty girl,
but shit got fucked somewhere down the line
I'm trying so hard to be someone I can love
but it's so difficult
when I'm stuck making others happy, but I still feel selfish
sometimes I just need to
place my temple on the asphalt
and slow my breathing
til it stops
listening to the purr of cars
like a fox in roadkill
"
— J.D.