you can’t give up on something

you’re not doing.

stop reading.

go to sleep

live your dream.

i’ll write till I don’t

and then it won’t matter anyway.

right now

im just bleeding

hard

all over the place

and i might always

but there’s nothing to be done

cause it’s just me

in this hell

and eventually

ill bleed out

and the words will stop

and there won’t be guilt

or exhaustion

or any other lackluster

emotion

and it will be ok.

and the world will resume

and there might be some fallout

but it won’t be you.

go to sleep.

it’ll just be.

cause you won’t,

no you won’t.

and that’ll just have to be

ok.