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"LIVING LIKE YOU SUCKS"
 

i dont care dont tell 

me what to do

dont tell me what to think

you know better than me

dont you

help me out man

help me the fuck out

 

"SCRATCHER"

 

Its like scratching an itch to do these tattoos on myself. I have all these poorly done tattoos because I never really figured out what self-injury was until i could figure out how to do it myself. I think they are a lot of things for me. Not really a reminder of anything. More like I feel something happening and a rush of excitement that I have some power to do anything. Then I feel like I have a body. I never wanted this many tattoos on my body until I wanted someone to do nice tattoos on me instead of what I did to myself.

 

“WASTOID”

 

A person with a drug or alcohol addiction.

 

drunk drive me to school I am no wastoid. I don’t drink the way I describe. I drink randomly the same way we think about miserable weather (occasionally and it sucks). We waste away the same way we hear the trash compactor in the morning, as the garbage and recycling comes by. I live next to the dumpster. My view is of the dumpster. I hear it everytime someone throws out their trash. I hate a wastoid compliment. I hate knowing I sound like one too. I don’t think its funny when it could be your only ride home from school. I didn’t know you’d want to be crossfaded your commute home. I don’t know a wastoid like myself but I know what an prick looks like. Maybe but we don't care miss priss, I am no wastoid. I want to know what a homeless man down by the Burnside bridge thinks a wastoid is and a wastoid isn’t. I don’t know what we want from me or anyone else if a wastoid is like scumbag but maybe worse than a junkie, I don’t know who’s worse anymore. I walk down at night just to see what danger and misery is. Its a drag-- a wastoid wasteland. I live here too. So have some respect, man, they are people too.

"I AM HIDING"

I am hiding right now, I am hiding behind a pair of sunglasses too. I am afraid of perceiving myself and anyone else being able to perceive me too. I like hiding. like hiding- I hide behind my comforter and then I hide a little more inside it. I hide at the grocery store and down the street. I hide right now and then elsewhere and other times in between. I wanted to let you know I was hiding, I might let you know where but after I move hiding spots. 

"I DONT LIKE YOU"

to the voice inside my head:

I dont like you and you dont know me. you dont like me either and i dont know why you would even consider bothering me. dont you have anything better to do than talk to me? you could be doing a lot more with your time that talking to me. leave me alone. i dont like you. i dont know you either. stop talking to me. stop talking, i hear it everyday now. i dont think you should know how to talk to me because you dont know me. stop it. i hear it and i dont like it. you dont know me at all.

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