I can't think, these days.
Every moment to myself is spent
Contemplating
A hundred different ways.

I can't move, these days.
Nothing matters, nothing catches my
Attention
Or makes me want to stay.

I can't breath, lately.
Cigarettes are a slow suicide so I'll
Quit
Once I have the energy.

I can't speak, lately.
I pick up the phone to put it down
Again
I'll call, just wait on me.

I'm tired now.
I'm exhausted, squeezed dry.
But I'm still breathing.
Unhappy but breathing. Unsatisfied.

I'm lonely now.
I'm estranged, all alone.
But I don't want company.
On my own, Unconcerned. Home.

I'm done now.
Completed, a finished piece.
But I should be more.
Failure. Useless. Finis.