Self-Induced Sleep

I despise the people,

Who with relaxed faces,

Let "It's just a passing feeling"

Spill out their mouths.

They obviously don't understand

What it's like to be terminally ill -

With a cancer-like disease spreading under their goosebumps.

....Educate them!

Teach them how to spell love with their tongues -

Train their manicured fingernails to claw at the earth,

Digging out depression from the ground we buried it under.

But

Just wait until they see

That I am bedridden with

      A 42 caliber

      Under my pillow.

Wait until they can see

Through me.

      Sweet dreams.

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