whispers of things left undone

rattle in my eardrums

veiny fingers wrapping around my lungs

forcing exhalations of broken pleas for peace

gasping and searching for a quiet that will never come

my brain works like clockwork

it is inside out

it is purging my own thoughts

i dreamt i cut out my own heart

empty cavities remaining within blackened gums

smiles with missing teeth and vomit stained lips

you say i am beautiful but do not know how ugly my inside is

there are pills coming out my nose and they taste like abandoned youth

this is a possible side effect, call your doctor if it lasts more than ten to twenty years

i’m not so sane

maybe it’s crazy if you are