I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown