I can't write well enough to be heard
Through all this noise. This ****.
I won't write well enough to break through
And make you pay attention to it.

The one you want to see you never does
And the ones you want to help never do
Because they are their own
And their own never want to.

I'm not well enough to get through to you
how not well enough I am.
I'll give up on this poem before the end
and you can observe the silence of this lamb.

I am not well enough.
I am too still.
My end is slowly coming.
Observe me and