Unbelievable
Written August 12, 2010
nothing is real.
nothing I feel
is anything
tangible,
physical,
understandable.
a document
won’t fix it.
a year to bury
the regret,
the secret,
in hopes to evade
the damnable
Why?
I’m too scared to hear it.
I’m too scared to answer.
‘cause it’s not fucking real;
there’s no situation,
no rationalization—
I’m just a tired mess,
waiting for my sentence.