It kills me
What he must think of me
How he must feel
Imagining myself being brought up in front of hundreds to hear for my crimes
Intentions are difficult
When I have them it doesn’t seem to matter
When I don’t have them things go colourless
It’s on my mind enough
Whether one is too much
Wondering who else could possibly have him on their mind as much
Rather zero
But I don’t know how to disappear
And this
Well this was already too much
So just adding to it can’t hurt
At least that’s what I think
I wonder what he’s doing
Right this second
Somewhere
And then the Wind pulls me back
In this moment
The rain I wanted didn’t happen
I’m only hoping there’s something significant in the works
I feel very trapped
In this place where I can do nothing
But what should I do?
Throw myself into the path of the flame?
I tried that once
Metaphorically
I’d just catch fire and add to the already on fire fire
In this world that I can do nothing
And the one thing I did was just the worst thing in my life
I don’t know if there is a place for me in this world
You insist?
She really likes an odd collection, doesn’t she?
Mother
I worry what he could think
I can’t ever imagine it’s anything good
Even if I sometimes imagine us laughing suddenly
I wish I didn’t find myself in these day dreams
It’s hard to pull myself from the wreckage of “waking up” from them
I wish I had a normal life
I wish I didn’t want to get involved with things that had nothing to do with me
I have no idea how to change it
Occupy my mind with something else
I’m sitting beside this ember with a fan
Listening to all it has to say as I fan it lazily
Yes, that’s nice dear
Why does my heart burn this way?
Does everything important have to be invisible?
I wish there was a way to undo whatever curse I put on myself
I’ve said I’m sorry so many times
Yet I still can’t seem to disappear
A strange and pointless struggle
I know that
I do
Can you put up with me for a while longer?
Even trying my best I can’t seem to keep quiet
The unfortunate truth of being me
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