oxymoronik

I can only find the words to say that I have no words.

Summer is the worst.
I feel myself inside clawing at the seems.
Itching scratching biting gnawing.
I want to know I want to know I want to know I want to know I want to know....
...what though?


Make it--just make it stop.
I want to crawl into the dark spaces
cry
and maybe someday I'll stop feeling.
Because feeling is the worst.