i quite like myself
slouched over a television
with a broken remote,
pale skin alive
with glowing colours
at 3:33 in the morning
i think i am at my best
when i am hovered
over the kitchen
sink just after dark
running hot water
over my raw fingers
i feel great
when i am sprawled across my bed
crying before i even wake up
sun pushing, unwanted,
through a dirty window
i am very happy with who i am
i say aloud in the car
all alone
while i consider driving into a tree
even contemplating
to drive through the bridge fences
i am very happy with who i am
i dont know you
i dont even know who am i now
but i think, i'm still happy