I’ll be blunt. It’s sharp.


Sharp are the situations I create for myself.
Sharp, and in focus.

Oh, how it compels me.

The level of hate I feel for myself
rivals an acid bath and the sharp,
acute burn of not being cute.

Sharp are the situations I create for myself.
Sharp, and in focus.

Oh, how it destroys me.

An island. An island.
I want to move to an island.

Find a cave
with sharp edges and danger.

Find a wave
with whitecap thunderclap.

Baptize my anger.

Criticize, analyze,
hypothesize, synthesize…

Either way, I’ll be blunt.
I’m fucking sick of myself.

Sharp are the situations I create for myself.
Sharp, and in focus.

Oh, how it impales me.

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