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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