Sometimes I lay in bed, knife in hand thinking...
Why am I here?
Why do I deserve this?
Why'd you treat me like that?
I don't want to see some bullshit excuse.
I'm writing this thinking...
Do I have a chance?
What can I do?
I don't want to hear it.
I close my eyes thinking...
Why are you worried about what others think?
Why does that matter?
If you really cared, it wouldn't.
I'm laying in bed, knife in hand, thinking...
... That. Was. Amazing.
ReplyDeleteSlightly creepy and disturbing, but I still loved it. Very well written.
Wow.. that is pretty deep.
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ReplyDeleteI love your writing style! The way you had two sides to each paragraph, a question and a very blunt, meaningful statement. It had a really neat rhythm and It really spoke to me :)
ReplyDeleteThis is why you're a contender in the Writer's Brooklyn games. So brilliant. So d*mn blunt.
ReplyDeleteWhy are you here? Because I said you could be.
Why do you deserve this? Because you're not worth it.
Why'd I treat you like that? Because I wanted to.
Do you have a chance? No.
What can you do? Nothing.
Why am I worried? Because it matters.
Why does it matter? Because I said so.
And that's all that matters.
I'm not sure I understood this one, your shaving your pubes with that knife, right?
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