i screamed into the void until my lungs collapsed,

but she barely gave me a glance when the silence relapsed.

i called out to the stars and they gave me an excuse:

“hey man i’m sorry, it’s me, it’s not you.”

i tried to infuse my veins with rocket fuel,

but the mechanical pieces of my internal organs found the chemicals to be too cruel.

they rejected everything until i coughed up acid:

“why isn’t this enough? please just be placid.”

so i cracked open my ribs along the seam of my breastbone,

searching for my heart in the empty unknown.

instead i found my lungs, punctured and failing:

“why are you here when there’s stars to be sailing?”

i tried hailing a taxi with the blood on my hands,

but my ribs were too messy for the driver’s backseat to stand.

so i tried walking home but the sidewalks betrayed me:

“why are you stepping on me when you should be saving me?”

i broke out into a sprint through other people’s backyards

but i found myself blacking out and not getting too far.

it was then that i found a fence that caused my stumbling and crashing:

“hey kid can’t you read? that sign says no trespassing.”

i pickpocketed other people’s dreams until i couldn’t hold them anymore,

bursting at the seams with too little to show for.

i picked apart my brain to find the source of my decay,

only to find a note in my own handwriting: “find your own way.”

i dropped to my knees and ignored the bruising,

struggling to find anything i’ve done of my own choosing.

i cried out to the sky and the constellations replied,

“why are you complaining when you haven’t you let go of your pride?”

so i swallowed my tongue and cast down my eyes,

rising back to my feet but no longer alive.

i looked up to the moon to give me guidance,

but whatever answers i was looking for, i couldn’t find it.

it was then that i realized that i’ve been complacent too long,

finding new beats but always singing the same old song.

so i stitched up all my pieces and washed myself clean:

“i will be okay. it’s just, i don’t ever dream.”