i'm_spent jumpforjade I hate hate hate all this These words leave a bitter, vomity taste in my mouth And a ringing, hollow ache in my bones And whats more, they fail to express what I keep locked up so tight when I attempt to retrieve my point, the able words fight from brain to throat to tongue, it’s a turbulent flight Proverbial nonchalance is the tune my pain brags along in notes too high to reach An altitude too high for safe travel Another failure Another another another They stone me They massacre whatever I don’t even think is worth saving anymore And like dirty dollars volunteered for a soul for sale I’m spent 050818 ... Doar and i didn't even get any change back. 050819 what's it to you? who go blather from