thought pieces

lookin' up
things are

i'm not so deathly-ill
but i'll not yet test my luck

must rebuild
my broken self
dust off my tools
clean out the shelf

my my

woke up on the lonliest island
in the vomit seas.
i hate myself
i am so pathetic
i wish sometimes that i were dead.
cold and sick,
puddle on the floor,
i don't wanna stay,
i run out the door.
frozen on the lawn,
at least they'll see
if you live carelessly,
you'll end up like me.