why am i sad?

maybe its half a glass of piss

maybe its utility sleeves

maybe its fuck cupboard i hate cupboard

maybe its ill just carry this cookedness

maybe its jumpstartin that thinkin

maybe its these are bad people and i don’t have to be around them

maybe its a sad face cum

maybe its cant learn cant die

maybe its screaming up to you as my shovel digs to the fifth foot in my own grave