All Used Up

all used up permanent footprints on my chest and stomach murky green spit in the middle of my genital area all bruised up they won't let me stay and get relief they take my temporary enjoyment away from me i am told to get out and stay away down and out and lonely spin spin spin goes the world i have conversations with invisible foggy windows i have conversations with imaginary friends who do nothing but listen famished and rather boney i read the latest library book to keep my mind sane i keep a pen and a notebook right next to me got so much (bleep) up (censored) inside my brain bleeding questions kiss an empty bottle of windex with a dead brown recluse in it answers like hollow confusion stab the musical crickets till absolute silence then again, there no need for such violence....for me....i am all....used....up....