a poem by Raneem Ali
i’ve been biting my nails again
woke up at 4 am
wanting to get intoxicated
with all this agony and pain
i am tired of living in vain
is there a way to escape it?
if a drink burns but makes me forget you
i don’t mind setting myself on fire
if i smoke and it makes me feel funny
a moment where self-hatred is absent
i’d turn into a chimney
everything i do to forget about you
hurts my weak body in a way
even then i don’t care
i have another body to spare