If I could manage not to Fuck This Up

Snap my neck and spine

Tell everyone I'm just fine

Grandma calls on the phone

Put out the Marlboro so she doesn't hear me draw

Breath at random intervals as I crawl

Towards nicotine the ruler

But it's better cancer when I'm 40 than cutting my body open every night

Right?

Put my cigarette out on my arm just to feel something

I can't feel anything for days but the sting

Of the harm I've caused others and myself

Should I jump off the Sewickley bridge or OD?

Sorry that last line didn't rhyme

I'm just trying to be honest for once, I really only have time

To feast and smoke and be merry

I'm not gross any more but really will anyone marry

This gross shell of a human

Autocorrect is my friend

Because my thumbs are clumsy

Even though I quit drinking

But maybe I should go back

I miss the warm feeling

But I'm not in the head for indulging

I gave that one away a long time ago

Different faces for different people

I've dropped out and maybe it's best that way

Take another drag until I feel the heat on the filter

And even then

Inhale

"Never give up

Keep fighting!"

They told me repeatedly in the hospital

But for some sick reason I'm enjoying this spiral into mania and sadness

I'm so anxious

I can't breathe 

Help

Someone help

All You Can Do

Watching the cigarette smoke escape my lips

Dancing in the car before I open the window

Why can't I light something with the wind blowing?

Sucking down carcenogens to make myself light headed and nicotine high because I've given up all else

Wondering if I left the ward too soon

Forgetting my pills in my car and washing the tobacco from my teeth and mouth and hair and clothes

I just want my friends and my family back

Suicidal idolations of being stabbed in the back

Watching my life burn away as the cancer sticks I swore I'd never touch come closer and closer to burning my fingertips

If I ever feel better I'll make a difference

I promise I will

I swear on my grave plot that I have fantasized about but haven't purchased

Listening to sad songs about happy people and vice versa

Is this poetry anymore?

Who am I anymore?

Therapy twice a week now but I haven't talked in about a minute

Minute differences dancing between the brake lights forming into stars from the tears in my eyes

I only cry when I'm moving forward

And this is a big step

Forward or backward I'm not positive

But being negative doesn't help

I just want to be okay

Promise me I'll be okay

chicago

Open up into the expanse of the countryside;

make me brand new

Naked trees stand and shiver waiting in the cold;

in the most crowded subway, I feel as if it is just me and you

No New World Order could ever take our love away;

as iridescent lights flit across the sky

i know now it is for you and I

as the moon man speeds away detecting no intelligent life

our hearts are bonded with love and nothing can break that

so take mine, and please don't forsake that

everyone get out

i wish i could tell everyone in my life to just fuck off
to get out because im a mess and its all collapsing
everything ive ever done is coming back to stab me in the back
the lies i told under pressure
the help i received because i thought it was the only one
spending the next three-quarters of the life ive already lived in chains and in shackles
make me a slave!
fucking 12 years basically!
maybe i'll get some time off for good behavior
but i'm already planning on overdosing six months down the road
and becoming a drunken mess in two days

i'd much rather put a bullet in my brain than face the music
because it's already so loud and i can't control what i do or say
well i can because i've become so adept at telling lies
and i'm not going to publish this piece for
they say i'll be shackled
i can't follow my dreams
i can't do anything

i just wanna sell out my funeral and i doubt i will get three people with the way life is going
and that's including me and the pastor by the way
i wanna just go to my happy place which i'm not allowed to anymore
my parents are going to be dead by the time i have kids now
and i won't get to know my grandkids

i was just happy to be a contender until i realized what exactly that meant

lately i've been wondering which mile marker it will be that i turn the wheel so i get stuck under an 18 wheeler so it'll crush me
or what barrier i'll run into when i want to end it all because i can't put up with this goddamned stress anymore
or what side of the tunnel i'll be on-- inbound or out-- that i'll ram my car into the concrete going 74.6 miles an hour
because pills and knives don't excite me anymore like they used to

are my parents going to inherit the debt? the debt of the car that i used to kill myself?
i wonder how much my life insurance will pay out?
that's exciting to think about-- the fact that i'm worth more to a number in a cubicle than i am to myself
if i'm in an airport, and you're in a hospital bed, does that mean that suicide by cop is the same as dying alone?

because cops are known to shoot more and more these days
hey! over here! i fucking hate you! i stole a cigar! shoot me in the head 6 times please!
i yell as i brandish the toy gun on the playground
as i am kneeling on the sidewalk in a chokehold

all i want to do is get higher than you'll ever be
and smoke more than you'll ever be known to see
and drink more than my liver allows
and die quicker than someone who is in a permanent state of drowse

pull the fucking plug!
let me go, one last hug!
pull the trigger, i'm the last of 6 in a game of russian roulette!
this is finally my last pirouette! 

half-baked and completely raw

there's a bottle of melatonin sitting in my kitchen
four steps away there's a half-finished bottle of wine
and im afraid to take the pills because i might sleep through class
and if i mix it i'll sleep through life

there's a bottle of diet pills sitting in my car door
four inches away there's a pedal that could lead to my death
and im afraid to take the pills because i have to drink 12 cups of water or else i'll wither away
and if i do im still shrinking

at my parents' house there's a basket of pill bottles on the top of the fridge
aborted remedies that never actually worked because i still feel like this
and my dad asks if i need some to get through the day
and i decide not to tell him about the time i tried to take them all to cure myself once and for all

in my phone there's an app where all i do is swipe right
and hope to god that someone wants me back
because somedays i feel like a god
and the rest i wish i had the guts to put rocks in my pockets and go for a swim

im one day away from being a martyr
im one mistake away from being a coward
im one memory away from being a prisoner
im one heart away from being loved

screams from an otherwise perfect and happy life.

one more month of freedom.
one more year of sadness.
one more decade of changelessness.
one more century of decay.

the horns blare as i drive head on into traffic on 376 west
dodging and weaving through the oncoming headlights i try my best to avoid the inevitable

i havent been myself in so long
but i am now truly who i was so many years ago yearning to be

i am happy i am free i am sad i am me
i am the man that i wanted to be
i dont fall in love with every girl i meet
i fall in love with no one
im icy cold and firey hot

i try to be poetic in life but end up fucking it up
today is a day just like any other
but today is the first day of the end of the rest of my life

one more month.