Elucidating Questions

What to say to the artists

Your music makes me cry

I’m sure it has feelings but all I think about is

No one wants to watch me dig my own grave

They all go away

Nothing could possibly be about anyone but me

And then I hate myself more

I don’t always see the moon in a dream but when I do I do

It’s never a good time

Don’t

Don’t make me hear that song anymore why did it have to go everywhere?

A crow because I need a friend

Or something

But nobody’s listening

That isn’t fair one light happened

My mind can’t decide if the opinion of the dead matters or not

As it cannot be affirmed

Nor tested

Everything else is just noise to fill the silence so I can have

Well nothing

It doesn’t help anymore

Sitting silent suddenly sounds

But where can I go to prove nothing now?

To no one

With no one

I don’t want to hear it

So I do have an infection

But it’s a real one

Not some humanoid concocted

I don’t feel like treating it

With my luck it’ll go away

Won’t even take me with it

Plenty of ugly people in the world and I had to decide I needed love

Or attention

Or friendship

If I could spend the rest of my life staying in one spot and never moving I would

If giving up was an option I’d merely cease to move

But this endless existing continues

Please don’t call it life

Or living

Neither have happened in a very long time

I wish I could say to the artists

You’re right

No one wants to help me.