Futile Jess

useless useless useless uselessness and repetition albatross is this loss submit another poem that can't seem to name me no one will read it more than once except me just to decipher the meaning what air am i breathing? it's just a breath closer to death crossing the line on my wrist back to this but, why? no reason it's so hot in this room and i've left them without question but i've got answers yeah, they care but do i? yes but do I? yes but do I? red is such an interest colour war is such an intricate gore but it's SO SIMPLE YES I'VE FOUND MY WAY OUT BABY BLEND THE SINS AND CREATE A WHIRLWIND OF DEPRESSION AND LOSS AND DARK THOUGHTS AND MANY SUICIDAL ATTEMPTS MADE UP IN YOUR HEAD AND CHOKING AND PILLS AND GUILT AND UGLINESS AND AND AND SADNESS SADNESS SADNESS sadness yes draw some more art on your paper veins, sweetie you beautiful PSYCHO YOU YES AHAHAHAHAHAHA ONLY EXCELLING IN ONE COLOUR maybe someone might see and gift you the help you need but i don't believe white walls will stop you from seeing the dead flesh is such SUCH a SEXY word how the final syllable quiets it's victim light the torture and that's all the light you've got left to write in poor, poor child futile, futile jess is your life too stressful? it was just improving, was it NOT? AND YOUR MIND DECIDED TO ROT YOUR ARM DECIDED TO WEAR BLOODIED DOTS FAMILIARITY FAMILIARITY what's the occasion? LET IT GO ALL YOU LIKE I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY WATCH YOU STRUGGLE BUT NOT MATTER WHAT, YOU DUMB ***** it's never going to want to let you go.