Elucidating Questions

Vague recollection tied to sorrow and pain.

End the love

Why do complete strangers offer me kindness like I know how you feel and you’re important and

The people I know don’t think that

They don’t think that so why do people who haven’t seen my face think that

If they knew they’d just go like everyone else running past me

Into their happy futures.

I wish I could find something better than in the middle.

You’re so quiet

When I die will you be there smiling or

I bad mouthed you

Don’t say yes

If you know then don’t say yes

I don’t understand what you mean when you say

I see you

I don’t understand what that means I thought

If I collect them

Do you think I can help?

I know I need help but there isn’t any coming

And I can’t hear the words of strangers

Because everyone who knows me is gone

So it’s got to be me

It’s not any of them it’s me

I has to be the only constant in all of them is me

I don’t know why

I tried to make myself better because I’m awful and unneeded and

Dead in the trench is where the darks go to hide because you kept telling me to keep them inside

What no one knows can’t hurt them and I can keep it separate.

I erased the pieces when I started

Now they’re fragmenting again.

This one is where faces and pretty pictures go

This one is where my bleeding arm goes

This one is where poetry and randomly talking to strangers goes

This one goes nowhere whole.