I’m coasting along. Incredibly empty. I haven’t gotten sleep. No one’s listening to me.
Puts me back into my past, in school, with a mind right in between snapping on everyone around me or running away somewhere expecting death to meet me at whichever direction.
People talk a lot and wish and pray, but it never feels real when it actually happens. When what you’ve been asking for happens….No body is going to be after me or hoping for me and my future if I’m not.
How Long Ago
Run the music, run the words
Calculate my end
My simple complication
Just as silent, just as dead
To live with scattered memory
And bring nothing to close
Fragrant of both failure and loss
To live sorry, to grieve their cost
There are many among us
I am one to get rid of,
When all is cold and without hope
To talk me away from
I’ve seen the limbs, I’ve passed the bridge
I dream the cliffs of high
And no one asks that I save myself
How long ago I’ve died
It just gets worse.