I promise I was going to write something nice but this was more cathartic

Please don’t put me in a f*****g anthology

These are not my words but my

Relentless, pretentious, s****y inner monologue

 

 I wrote these in size 8 so that people can’t read them because I’m so ashamed

 of myself, my writing, everything I’ve ever done or said

My use of enjambment, my lack of originality and choice of adjective

But mostly the fact that I’m a stupid bitter b***h

 

I need to keep typing these words until

the laptop overheats and catches fire

and burns through the hole in my chest

and fills it until I can feel something again

 

But there is hope at the end of the tunnel

as the train smashes into my body

and I explode into a million pieces