Bleach
it’s 12:34
and i guess i’m just
a sack of skin
caffeine replacing
my endorphins
my happiness is busy
she’s gone,
running out my nose and
streaming out of my eyes and
welling up in the creases in my skin
and all i can think about is you
and what you tried to say
and how you make me feel
and how you want to make me feel nothing at all
i found a boy who makes me feel nothing
i don’t love him,
i don’t think i even want him
but he wants me and isn’t that enough?
tell me it’s enough
it’s 12:37
and i don’t know what to do
it’s 12:38
and i don’t know what i am
it’s 12:39
and i just don’t care anymore.
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