evenings make afternoons, sometimes
spring makes picnics

enough is enough
if you take your shoes off
and leave them on the table
it means it's time to go home

blood from my chest
blood from my mouth
i'm still alive
but i prefer to die, i guess
i don't feel pain
only discomfort of being aware
that i will leave them
morning, i wake up again

he told me i was a coward
she told me it wasn't me
too scared to look inside i've hidden it
empty does not feel light