tell death i'm busy, she'll leave a voicemail

been feeling not so great lately, but i'm trying to stay up, i mean i don't have cancer so there's that.

addition by subtraction

cutting pieces

that i don't like

numbing the rest

with empty pill bottles

desperately calling for help

for a reason to stay

though i know

that even night 

turns to day

i've cut the pieces

too deep to see

that i'm all alone

drowning in waves

of a cold i've

never felt before