Tuesday, December 4


Cigarettes: 0
Weight: 6 st 5

Have been in a shit place but am Ok now
wrote a short poem in a and e on the back of admissions sheet
have lost my mind and my telephone

Thanking confidences
Thanking consequences
A time of nothingness
There’s nothing left of me

Memories of traffic lights
Painful states of static nights
I submit to you
There’s nothing left of me to see
Stripped down to the bone
And agonizing sight to see

I regret to say
You do not know my name
There is nothing left of me
I hope you understand

Do not betray me like
The way you clearly have
I do not resent you see
I know not what you are