I'm eating my boredom away. I guess that is the safest thing I can do right now.

I could even be as calm as a butterfly
but then, you'd have to die.
And that's not even half the lie.

The only difference between myself and a Christ
is the risk I'm willing to take
by letting myself cry.

cry for help
cry for sex
cry for meaningless shit
that no one's there
cry because you're happy
cry because you're not
cry when it rains
cry when it burns
your mouth
your stigmata
your stimuli

The thing that makes you wake up in the night and wish you had something you didn't ask for.