It Hurts 2

across the acres of my mind, new fields of depression seeding,

such feelings growing, multiplying, like the opposite of a hairline receding,

look, sadness my presence churns,

heart, scabbed from excessive rug burns,

longings, split down the middle like hair parted,

me: people don't like, like calling the mentally handicapped retarded,

tired of writing about all the tiresome things that tire me out,

walked on like tile, relationships - always between them like grout,

the friends i have, i don't really need,

might as well be fried on acid, or smoked dumb with weed,

what do i want? don't know but i can taste the urgency,

id and superego - duel to the death as to solve this psychological emergency.

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