amesplaza

somethings seem abnormal
as i sit and watch myself from the outside.
there are things i do that i can’t help but laugh at…
for example, throwing up on church property because,
i’ve discovered,
rum is a bitch.
or crying in bed because of something
the boy next to me said-
when, in all reality, it was normal
and i’m the one just flipping out.
my brain has somehow become warped
through all of these circumstances
all these situations
with cops and rapists
and wet and dry parties.
i met who i do not want to be this week,
the people we think are cool now
seem different in the long run perspective.
i saw them
and i couldn’t help but think-
what if that’s me?
what if i turn out that way??
then i puked in the grass in front of a church on my way home.
if i turn out that way,
i swear,
there will be bullets in my brain.

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ames plaza

life is a funny little bitch.

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