Tipsy stream of consiousness
The poem is about friendship and love. It is about the slow fade into emptiness and it is about not knowing how to stop being angry. It is about never feeling worthy of being loved and the acid etched pain of self loathing and the loop running that will.not.stop. The words are not carefully chosen, they are the freezing water running down the side of a mountain, finding their way through the cracks until they land in a dirty puddle. The poem is fast and angry and childlike and sullen. It flails and screams and builds to a full on tantrum and it ends in a sobbing heap. Unfulfilled.