N.B. a 16 year old girl is sad and tired outside tesco express in 2013
sometimes i drip big fat tears from my eyes.
to avoid them raining down my face
i knock my head down
so they fall hard and splash on my big black shoes.
u reckon that the big pill in my throat
when i see ur eyes shift like a laser
will cut me through me?
i will have to swallow u like a cloud otherwise.
i texted u the oceans.
my phone rang when i tried to disarm myself from the moon.
i was arrested
the police spat on me.
i took more drugs;
mum said she was proud of me.
u reckon i still look pretty in front of sunsets?
i’m addicted to the way i look when i swallow this big pill.
ur the big pill in my throat.
the pull of the wind
and the cracking of my capillaries
when they try to imitate a kind of dead life in me.
i slung the night over my back and went home, cos
my body’s tired and i don’t belong to u no more.