Earlier it was a call for help, in the future.
Left notes of love and apology.
It was all really supposed to be a love letter that didn’t end up until it was answered.
It was for everyone and specifically some but not no one.
I don’t remember it, it must have been terrible enough that every person I sent it to ignored all of it
Yet I carried into the expansion and the expansion just
Never worked anyways.
These bridges I apparently burned when the fire started from the other side.
It never felt worse than to know
That even the thing I had bought for myself to remember her by
Would be met with silence.
Completely shut out from the world I once knew,
I circle around in this place where I cannot find home.
Accidentally lived through another day in hell.
I’m not really trying but I’m not really trying either.
Because I tried so hard
My worth is a couple hundred
Well communicated value,
From the people who love me the most.
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