Pain

I like it
I have to
I need it
To live
Without it
I’m dead
I love the truth
When I stink
Tell me
It’s how I know I’m real
Homeless people are honest
They should fix the problems
This world has
They know how you feel
When you don’t
Anymore
They know the war
Is not over
Unless you’re sober
To feel
The real
Being reeled out of you
Nature is our saviour
But they killed the poor
Love
You know this
Don’t pretend it gets better
My letter to my dead neighbors
Pretend Girl
I have something to tell you
It still hurts
Just a little more now
But
I’m real now
I’m outside too
With honest people
All the time
We’re waiting on nature
To save us