dead at seventeen
i think last week
my head hit the pillow
my top eyelids slammed into my bottom eyelids
and the weight of the world just crashed me down
i need to cry,
let it all out baby its okay
but nothing hurts bad enough
so i’ll just bleed it all out.
i’m sorry.
but i’m gone, dead at seventeen
survived by no children
and nothing identifiable went wrong
maybe it was a broken heart
or maybe it was one sealed up so tight
that nothing,
not even me not even living
got out.