these feelings

tangled in my hair

tickling my fingertips

the lasting taste in my mouth

memories I can't let go

not yet

if they're gone will they still mean anything?

finally saw the therapist
after 25 years of neglecting my mental health

so as soon as the door shut
I cried and
cried and
cried

I don't like the feeling of being sad

I don't like the feeling of being so fragile

I'm going to make myself sick just thinking about it

at times, my wit astounds me

my modesty, however, does not

why do you want to be famous?

I've always wanted to be important

dying is not on my list of things to do at the moment

People are asking, "I wonder if anyone reads this anymore..."

but I just want to know

if I'm missing something, is there anything really worth complaining about anymore?

now I know why your mother beat you

I saw my list of friends getting smaller and smaller

and, as infrequent as I looked

they started to disappear

until today, I looked today

and no one was there

you were always a better whore