taking my dinner--two hot dogs, cup of coffee--up to my room
nowhere to set plate down to open my bedroom door
tried to balance
plate tipped, food went onto the carpet, splashed ketchup all over my shirt, pants, jacket
dog hair all over food because nobody ever cleans up after their dog
picked up food, crying
gonna eat it anyway cause i'm broke til payday on thursday and i have work tomorrow--can't throw food away
but i wish i was allowed to be dead.
i wish i was allowed to be dead
please let me be dead
just kill me already
