This piece was originally published May 10, 2011
And I used to be strong
And I used to be a man
But now I fold at your feet
Like a burning letter
I’m sitting in my car, late at night, watching the blood well from the lines I’ve just sliced into my arm, and I’m wondering just why I did it. In hindsight I’ll manufacture some kind of explanation, but in the moment all I can think of is, I’ve got to find a reason for someone to care.