I'm bored. by Noa Gropper (15, New York)

The kind where
you ransack your drawers
Launching cannonballs of clothing into the air
Clawing for that one joint
you knew you misplaced once.

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The kind where
your hands start to wander and dive through bags of food
Trying to swiftly satiate your starved soul
Only to leave you feeling disgusted and sick afterward.

The kind where
you nurse a bottle of warm vodka
and watch people screw each other’s brains out
Just to watch something that has more life
than your eyes - glazed over in numbness.

The kind where
you listen to happy music
and sob until you suffocate--
because it’s better than leaving trails of blood
through your own skin, deep red ruby
rusting the tips of your fingernails.
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I fucking hate being bored.