i am vocal
about the shitshow
in my brain
because
keeping silent
is the coward’s path

the hardest part
of being this way
is not knowing
who i will be tomorrow
i want to be happy
but there is always
a chance something
small will set off
a total collapse
something so tiny
waking
and it all goes
straight to hell

so i try to scream
in lowercase
because the second
hardest part of
this irrational existence
is feeling like
you’re the only one
who feels this way

maybe someone
will take solace
in not being alone

we are all caged
in bone prisons
some of us just feel
the immense pressure
more vibrantly in
painshiver soliloquies