flatline

   
the day was a cunt to me  
she had no address  
or I would have written her a complaint letter  
   
dear bitch, thanks for nothing  
bloody whore you shackled me to forlorn feelings  
a lead weight around my neck  
I'm left sinking in regret  
   
all weepy my eyes leaked against my say so  
fucked up emotions kept getting in the way  
they didn't ask my permission to rally a protest inside me  
   
little emo hookers strolling my streets holding signs  
like I'm sad, I hurt, I need to talk  
got me all fucked up feeling bad    
   
the day was rigid it would not relent  
it had something to tell me  
it got all up in my face pushy like  
   
I pushed back answering;  
put it on a postcard and send it to me  
I'm on vacation I've checked out  
don't you see I'm having fun?  
   
there was an awkward silence then flatline nothing  
as my emotions, one by one shut down on me  
on strike, I feel empty