Some days I don’t want to write,
I want to scream,
I want to drown in my own insecurity,
I want to wallow in this tepid depression,
I want to be held by someone who cares,
And then I want to tear out their throat when they betray me,
I want someone to rightly call me a monster,
To threaten and cajole,
I want them to fear me, to respect me,
And then be left alone.
Some days I don’t want to write,
I want to sleep,
And stop.