It’s all gone to hell.
I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
It’d be far more interesting to kick someone in the knee, watch them drop, and then use your own knee to bludgeon their nose further into their face.
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
A heart monitor with no ups or downs reflects a dead heart.
I’d love to make you smile now but it’s not the state I’m in.