there is nothing to do in this small, small town
rain falls smoothly
a store closed when i wasn’t here
and a new pizza place opened
i’ve never eaten there
but i’m told it’s good
or awful, i don’t remember what they said
god, i need to get out of my head
it’s killing me
and i want to shoot myself inside the art gallery
i just want to die poetically
there’s no other way to go since
i’m not alive anymore