i stare at the black dots under my eyelids
like braille...
i blink and wonder
what am i doing here?

how many tears can a sad girl cry?
how many feathers does a dove need to fly?
if i told you I'm a lover,
would you also wonder why?

the sun sets like plastic trees in a diorama
every day in the same place- because
no one questions a life filled with glamour.
but how many times can one feel pain?
how can i survive this acid rain?
does smiling hurt your pretty cheeks
when all you do is not speak?

paper green feels shitty in my mouth -
i chew it up and spit it out,
cause life is too short to
love the leash that I'm on.
Life will have passed when time is long gone.
And God help me if, 'till the day I die, I ask why.