I am a sidewalk

Walked all over
Spit on
And often overlooked

But I still serve a purpose

There's a dog outside of the mortuary
Leashed to a crying woman
He is excited
He innocently craves the bones
That composed his former companion
He salivates
He does not know

My legs hurt
Why do my legs hurt?
They didn't get into a fight
Are they sad?
I hurt when I am sad
Do legs become sad?
They become restless
They fall asleep
They become tired
So why wouldn't they become sad?
They are sad
I have sad legs

I've run out of things to say
My thoughts are as empty as my actions
At this point I'm just getting by
Disguising scars
Stretching a smile that cracks chapped lips
Dancing to the sounds of my own inconsistent heartbeats rapid growing pace
Skipping every third or seventh or sixth step
Flailing arms in manic motions that reflect my moods
Who am I?
Who did I used to be?
It doesn't matter
I've run out of things to say
Maybe I'll retire this life tomorrow
Maybe I'll wait till it takes me

If Hell is an inferno
Then Heaven must be a miserable tundra
Either way
I'd rather continue living
Than deal with either of their egotistical rulers

I'm going to pretend this feeling doesn't exist until it doesn't
I'm going to do my best to forget your face no matter how hard it is
This is taking too long and I can't hold myself back anymore

Every year another person fades in and out of my life
And I can't help but think of them as tiny candles on a birthday cake
adding up over the years
Lights of hope blown out
And wishes that never came true