NETTLE BOY

I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with

SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL

no food starve die die u bastard

My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months

arse piece *giggle*

I'm not a monster I am a monster

I hate myself But all my demons are my own

My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete

Everything is best Because you Because me

silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes

Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside

Poking wounds with rusty spoons

Just a git

I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated

House sleepers important too

YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION

Poking wounds with rusty spoons

The horror of waking up as myself. Again

My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete

I can’t hardly breathe in daylight

just want something to soften the edges of my distress

silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes

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