Why I Never Get Help

Dissolve again. Into some puddle of oil. Sink, and sunken. Then turn into an oil painting. Dissolve again. Like a penny. I don’t think pennies ever dissolve. They just get dropped into the sewer sometimes. And no one looks for them. They turn into monsters. Dissolve again. Like gray. Gray just- Crunches underfoot. Stabs my feet. Until I get rid of all of it. Chisel it away. Day and night. If you’re wondering why I never get help. It might be because I can make my problems seem miniscule. And I can take their uniqueness away. So that all my problems seem ordinary. Like bones in a barrel. Or maybe not like that… Unless I close up the lid. And toss it out to sea. Dissolve again. Yes they will.