I'll Be Better
November 8, 2024
please don't look at me like that
I'll stop being as loud
I'll do everything you want
I'll reach inside myself and give you my guts
I'll get you a drink, blood trailing behind me
I'll smile
I'll eat your fear
I'll plan it out for you
I'll tell you it's okay
I'll disassemble myself
I'll serve my purpose and go
I'll say that it's my fault
I'll push you away
I'll hide and roll days over until I rot
I'll be better