Beyond Zebra

sometimes

I lay in bed until way past my alarm just to feel rushed, busy, go going gone

I smoke until I can’t manage a brisk walk

I hold it all in until it’s too much for nothing much at all

I wonder who even reads this

why I write this

why I care

WHY WHY WHO WHAT WHERE GIVE ME REASON

give me logic, I need peace of mind

Im trying to escape what I hate, perhaps it’s me. well that’s pretty shit out of luck.

im not depressed, nor am I happy, never content, simply indifferent.

cant manage a straight thought lately.

sometimes

I scratch until my skin peels white, till blood drips, until my head stops pounding, until this layer of skin is uglier.