And, yet, he lives

More lives lost for him to keep living

I don’t know why this is the day

So many almosts and not quites

I don’t even know the reason why I keep up

After all none of my wishes came true

Watch the Moon fall

Constantly misconstrued into something else

Don’t you feel bad for that poor lost creature?

I do

You know?

It’s kind of disappointing that you don’t

That you felt nothing for someone so lost and desperate

I’m not the one who refused the journey

It’s just you had more to choose from than me

And I imagined a choice I didn’t have

And I chance I never got

I wish I could go back in time and make that time less heartbreaking

Every night

Like clockwork

It would sink in

Yeah I guess I’m just really disappointed

He’s not the man I thought he was

So I suppose it’s on to find a new one

A something to live for

Afterall

I’m already living for me

That’s what this barely getting by

Teetering on the edge

Charade is all about

Is there someone I can love that wants it?

That wouldn’t watch someone try to die over and over and do nothing

It’s hard, you know

Knowing no one misses me

Knowing this entire day will probably go by without someone thinking of me

Isn’t it funny how I don’t want to cause pain

But I want to be missed?

Maybe I’m causing the least amount of damage in isolation

At least I’m not enjoying myself or something awful like that

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