The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Keep Writin'

I want to leave it,
I want to leave everythin',
Includin' this life, I want to do it,
I'm just wantin' to be listenin' to rave music and be destroyin' my ears slowly.

I don't want to be saved,
But I want to heal,
Papers around me, the alarm woke me up, I have not lived,
Illness and broken poems, a wheel runs over me, is it real?

Meal, meal, meal
Real, real, real,
Heal, heal, heal

I'm not hungry,
I'm not real,
I don't want to apologize, I'm sorry,
I'm not... I'm, not loyal...

Tears cover my face,
I breathe through the mouth,
I've been shaking all day, ice, ice,
I feel cold, moth, take my clothes...

I'm writing when I don't even think,
What do I say when I don't think before?
Who am I when I don't think before,
Who I was before being who I am,
To whom he lied when he didn't tell lies,
Where I slept when I didn't have a bed,
To whom I wrote when no one read me,
Who I was before I knew what I was,
What cat meowed before being a kitten?
That rooster was cooked before there was a kitchen,
Why did you write before you wanted to write?

Who do we pray to when there is no god to pray to?

Why do we exist if there is no end?

Where are we born if there is no

There is no.