I'm Not Here by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

I’m not here
for no bullshit.
Let me leave.

You don’t need
to contact my
family.

They don’t have
to know I’m
locked up here.

Can’t you see
caterpillars
bit my toes?

This is why
I can’t walk. You
should know this.

I don’t want
my leg cut off.
When I die

I want to
meet my Maker
in one piece.

Keep your pills
away from me.
They’re poison.