please don't laugh, don't pick up the pen i don't want you in my life again i don't want your emotions and poetry the old unanswered cries for help make me guilty. free death in a packet offered as a token, but now you've smiled, i am broken my shaky hand-built tenuous freedom collapses around my ears now you've come. i built this world of a has-been this yellowed place so obscene, no longer know just what i mean, why can't, oh why can't i scream? and you're just in the way here you're just in the way here protocol, paracetamol your presence is all i fear
