after this

Should have faced facts
from the
get go.
Try to
open a door,
and it ain't that
simple.

Always
laughing
about
the things
that tear you
apart
and its
all that you
want
after this.

These obsessive
"parlor tricks"

Prove you're
safe
from this.
Prove you said
how you felt,
and the map will
tilt
as we spin
and we
spin
and on and on
it goes
after this.

Maybe a part of me
wants to
give up.
Maybe
a little bitty piece
of me
wants to
bury it
all.

But life's a
fucking bitch
and it keeps
coughing me
up.
Now I don't know
what to do with
myself
after this