i think i might be dead.
partially at least.
otherwise this would all be
a lot more painful
than it seems.
i think i might have died,
a bit of a ways back..
i still fill my quota
of earthly tasks,
but have no desire
for anything of my own,
anymore.
i think theres no more life,
at least not for that girl,
who fell in stupid
and stupid won
and then she was no more.
theres but one end to tie up.
other than that-
im free to go.
theres nothing more
and thats just fine,
cause theres no disappointment,
in what never had a chance,
in what died when starved,
in a sea of nothing,
when there never was any hope for life
at all, at all, at all.
There seems to be so much pain in your words.
Thus is life. I’m blessed to be able to word it.