I suffer through this
Drifting among blasted plastic
As if the atmosphere is bleeding-
Blue lines
That touch too deep.
Like baskets,
Woven from the inside

I cannot breathe here.


You break me,

Dissolved from these acid words.


I suffer through this
Where apathy no longer has meaning
Picking apart my brain cells
As if popping bubblegum-
Fucking my eyeballs.

You have broken me
For the last time.

This hour glass contains
Heartless entropy.

I suffer through this
Only to find the emptiness
You contain….

And no longer will give to me