Frustrated are we?

Want to fall

Though in simple terms, 

don’t we all?

It won’t take much to feel this regret

Each movement you make just proves

you are about to break

Can you speak? 

Want to try?

Though in simple terms

Do you feel the need to die? 

Slitted flesh rest pleasantly to your side

You’re just a gutted bitch with no place left to hide.