why should i learn how to push
if I don't even know how to pull

why should I run
if I cant even stand
on my own two feet

why see
if I cant
feel this

why should I exist
if I cant even think
thoughts for myself

why should i learn how to pull
if I don't even know how to push

it was all my fault
you didn't do anything wrong
I take the blame for everything
that went wrong

i'm sorry, i'm sorry,
too little too late there was nothing
nothing left to bury my head in
no shell to hide in

my little green armor
shattered to segments, serving no
purpose but to please. its making me
crazy.

the mistakes i make
are more than the amount
of seeds pomegranate
the count of pills
exceeding eleven
or was it elven

typos seep into pages
like pen ink in paper
a waterfall, a shower
not jentacular in itself
nor is it connect musing

sorry.

when she died
he didn't cry
he didn't mourn
he just said
"one less"

one less what?
one less life to care for
one less mouth to feed
one less thing to do
one less distraction to manage

one less person to love
one less spot in heaven
one less mother
one less spouse
one less tear to shed

why should i write
for you to enjoy

i write
to keep my feet on the floor