NETTLE BOY

silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes

Does nothing - shocker!

I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup

At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years

Denial and repression keep me breathing

Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff

I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated

My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete

nothing happened though i have to recover like something did

all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job

I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever

just want something to soften the edges of my distress

I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent

Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks

My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin

I'm not a monster I am a monster

I hate myself But all my demons are my own

I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in

Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder

Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back

No drama Except the shit I have in my head

Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence