Guess This is My New Punching Bag.

I need to keep writing.
Just let me till my fingers are blistered and numb.
Too many thoughts in my head.
Let me channel them all.
Got a remote?

Feel like crying,
But nothing comes.
Nothing but invisible tears of self pity that is.
Lump in My throat = Coal in my Stomach.
I'm going to smile for real now.

Billion Dollar Baby.
Drinking wine with diamonds in the glass.
"Gonna Be a Big Deal"
Anyone can buy glitter and gold paint,
Only you can make it a trash can fad.

Cheer up,
Not you, me.
Someone will want me.
Pick me up off the shelf and give a dusting.
I aim to please.


Be my little baby...



Bedhead.