My Thoughts Own Themselves, I Guess

A mangled mess of a sheet of paper
Thoughts lost in translation,
from brain to body,
I try to write the words
with carpal tunnel aching wrists.
My feelings are indecipherable sludge. 
Unplug the t.v and internet,
no one’s tuned in, anyway.
I can’t verbalize my feelings
in a way that will stain my illness in your mind.
I want to ruin everything,
graffiti the words in our hearts,
and transmit wavelengths of
my emotions to the collective mind.
Maybe one of us will see a doctor.

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