Goddamn heart never stops.
I’ve tried everything to finish it.
Fried fatty foods, cigarettes, no exercise.
Everything except a gunshot or jumping off a building.
But maybe soon.
All I know is I wish for an end.
Is that so much to ask?
I don’t know and I don’t think so.
I’m weak.
There’s nothing left here for me anyway.
I’m trapped in a body I don’t want or deserve.
Goddamn brain never stops.
I’ve tried everything to finish it.
Terrible music, terrible movies, terrible books.
Terrible poetry.
Instead I get awarded for my contributions.
What takes me no effort to do and I get called an artist.
I wish I could.
Counterintuitive possibilities.
Suicidal Tendencies.
I’m still not flying.
So I drag my feet across your lawn.
Give me a medical review.
Judge my case.
I’ll appeal it to the end.
Until I’m dead.
