a long time ago not so far away i was broken soon, i was fixed company was my strength among it I was content and even then i could feel reality eating away at the fabric of my soul people would comfort me people would suffice their stories making my dreams soar and fly
but no oneβs willing to do that now you know there might be a time when people would but not now
no one would be there if I cry if I stay if I die if I fail
in the end no one would be there to see my face when the casket falls to the ground and leaves without a trace
a few years later no one still would bat an eye when my last breath has been breathed no thought resurfaces of news about the boy who left because he wanted to stay
he wanted to stop thinking and this was the only way he deemed acceptable to make it so