Dumb & lazy in Book Title.

Laying down in the dark, eyes open. Can’t tell what the fuck I’ve written. In my bed there’s no head, contrary to what I’ve said, I’m no longer a person. More like a cretin. Dead. Poisoned by the words I’ve eaten. What’s the point to my stupid life? I’m nobody’s pretty wife. Nobody doesn’t even want me. I don’t even want to be. Elliot Smith got it right. Wish I had a bigger knife. Tears choked me up, left me dumb. Nick’d a nerve. Now I’m just numb.

Last updated February 01, 2017