I Coughed Up Blood Through My Ears

A Poem by Alexandra

Contemplative headaches at 7 AM
I don’t want to die
I know that
Then why do I feel so inclined to never get up
Disintegrate into my bed
My place
My holy space
Baptize me and I’ll try to resurrect
Tonight is the night I’ll tell you what I’m really feeling
And if any of it makes sense
I don’t want to be this way anymore
I just want to be alive