I can't write my way out of myself.
Don't like who I am.
Don't like what I see in the mirror.
Don't like being bad to
A good heart when it's near me.

I'll take myself into the wood
And kill or conquer whoever this is
That's taken my body
And made a mess of my life.
A stupid boy. A scared shitless,
Little coward who delights
In the curse of tragedy.

I give up. No more words.
They are as knives that cut
The best intentions into pieces.