Happy

It seems as if everyone I love is suddenly rotting

and their eyes on mine(in mine)beg for consolation and understanding

Bodies that crawled into trash bags        plead to be released

I'm starting to lose fingers to count them on     & as one being, we'd have no

Space left on our flesh(wrists and hips)

They plead these things under their breath to me(I did this to myself             it feels good               just kidding)

--I've been thinking all day on the ways I could kill myself, you know? That feeling, don't you know?(believe me, I know)

 How are you?

You're just tired

How am I?

I am straight-faced-happy with the lacquer that's drying(over the surface of my eyes)

Baby Love, there's enough of us(we could form a club)     

Instead of breakfast we could stir iced coffee with our blood      maybe as best friends(with matching faces and wrists)      we could finally be understood

All that glitters is steel,  to keep me calm, and clear my head

It's in your red earrings and your paintbrushes

            And while cutting fruit, a year from now,     you'll scream,     I bet

As the afternoon closes off, and I turn on the light:    remember I can't help you

Believe that I'm not strong enough to try

All that was there has been yanked from me 

And I've never felt so bare and frozen in my life

Wear white and cut your waist     be happy with a straight-face