what's wrong with me
everything

what's wrong with her
almost everything

what's wrong with you & me
her

Im too much of a mess
i've always known it
but i guess
i was just avoiding it
because no one has offered
to hold my hand
for me
when it feels heavy

how many faces have passed by
i can not count

what each face's life was like
i cannot tell

but i can imagine

what a privilege to be amongst so many
intricate lives

but they don't see me
or remember me

but that is perfect
i like it that way

not about me

im a bench sitter
a face rememberer
a open eyer
life ponderer

a people watcher

I know I'm almost gone
and i really don't care

I know I'm fading away
but that's totally fine

walking through life with your head down
gets boring after a while

starting fights
spewing lies
more wrong is accepted as right
every second of my life