Dark, Even For Me

It is

No longer

Up to me

It’s so

Far out

Of my hands

Now

I only hope

For a sturdy rope

And that,

One day,

You’ll understand

Adequate

I’ll never have

The perfect body

I’ll always be

An imperfect soul

So to get through each day

Without further decay

That

Is the fucking goal

Not much of this is pretty

Very little here is smart

Quite often it is shitty

But it’s always from the heart

I read,
read
and
read it
again

Hoping
the
fairy
tale
never
ends

But
deep
down
I know
we’re
both
fucked

So I
set my
course
to self
destruct