A song

to be sung to the tune of "clementine"

take a cleaver
by the handle
bring it down on someone's head.
but be warned that
if you do that
they will probably be dead.

improvised while cutting chocolate with a cleaver in my kitchen.

For now, because now is all I know

I have faith in humanity.


and I think,


everything is gonna be okay.

god damnit why do I have to do this?
why do I feel it has to be me?
why do I need to go into other peoples' shit and fucking "be there" for them?
thats why people get pissed at me.
at least, some people did.
and now I dont have one, I have to find others to latch onto and try to fucking help all the time.
and in return for that I get fucking hugs and compliments or something
I guess it makes me feel special.
maybe I should just take him back cuz I'm always gonna be like this anyway, no matter if im with him or not.