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