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2 am nightmares have me up again.

I don't even feel like writing.

Can somebody stick their hand

Down my throat,

And pull the words out for me?

How long do these feelings last?

Sometimes I feel

Like I live inside of a television set.

I am so tired of feeling lonely,

And unnecessary.

I am like a dog gnawing on rawhide.

I'll chew the shit out of you

Until you have lost your flavor

And my self-dissatisfaction shows up again.

"Oh, but you're a great person!"

Fuck that.

I am tired of being "nice."

There is no nice feeling inside of me tonight.

Hand me a mirror,

And I will outline the bone structure

Of every lost battle

That lives behind my eyes.

I am searching poems,

And each one mentions a "you."

I don't have a you.

I have rarely had a you, if you want honesty.

I have, however, had a "me."

Me is who quiets my mind and heals my bruises.

Me makes my bed.

Me knows my every move.

Unlike a you, a me is always faithful.