Where I’m At
written by: devereaux frazier
@marylandpoet
I hate exercise
because no girl wants me anyway
so what’s the point in losing weight
I eat too much
because I love and hate myself
so what’s wrong with gaining weight
I don’t sleep
because I’m searching for a moment
of stability, even though I can clearly see my fate
I am content
believe it or not
because it’s not what I want, but it’s somewhat great
But I am not happy
or joyful, or particularly eager
Movements simply colliding into a quagmire of dates
I am grateful for life
and try to make the most of every day
but many days are broken lines
And I tear out nerves
with hundreds of different knives
trying to revive myself with one or two rhymes
but many days are full of broken lines
failed plots, and cardboard characters
and I stab myself looking for life hundreds of times
I crawl into another life
and hope the pain passes
under the steeple of the black rain do I lie
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