Elucidating Questions

It doesn’t fit anymore

They’re all worried about whether so and so said

Or what they did I

Think about the children I can’t feed.

The pressure drops and the air grows a bit more thin but

The shift got stronger

She’s fighting back and I’m glad

It just means I feel it more

It’s fine

I’m so exhausted with this nothingness

I wish I could be,

Able to help others

Maybe mother can use this energy to help her ends

The means by which I suffer speak nothing to her voice

I can’t try hard enough to live up to my own standards.

I’m the one without any fight

I gave up when

I don’t know

When he said it was

Bye time

Just like that

I tried not to hear it, but I did and I think

I’m the weak one, you know?

The one who doesn’t fight back

I never have and there’s no one to teach me how

And now I have no means

Walking in stasis

I don’t forget any day that this is supposedly paradise

The hand had six fingers or something

Something in threes

Yeah I used to do that too

Knock three times to show I was thinking of him

More meaningless things that never meant a thing don’t worry about it but

Everything else

I don’t even have a voice.

Let alone a whisper.

That would be you see B.

Or whatever

But it’s ironic that I’m kept in a position where the help I could be

Is shot dead in its tracks.

Assuming I’m capable or even that

Any help is needed by others

I often think I should just shut the fuck up.