All My Rage

My beautiful friends
are falling apart.


And I can't even man up
enough to handle this.


I stood on your front lawn
and could hardly breathe
and wanted to puke,
wanted to just 
vanish.
Cried.


Couldn't do it.


Can't do anything.


Can't help anyone.


Catatonic
for some time.


Need to sleep,
need to get out.
Do some shit I shouldn't do
and forget who I am 
for a while.


Need to find an escape route
before all the exits
are blocked.