I haven’t told you yet…
it’s worse than I’ve been letting on
I want to take an aluminum bat
and destroy the concrete sidewalks
Bust open every wall in sight
Scream at the top of my lungs
Scream with purpose
No amount of exclamation points
or gluing the Caps Lock button down permanently
Could possibly convey the misery
I don’t know if you’re really listening
What if I get on my horse and never come back?
What if I ride it into the sunset,
I ride it into the sunset until it dies,
and then keep going?
What if I don’t come back?