Does me writing now
mean that I've once again gone and
purposely fallen into a new hole?

The feeling returns
in the pit of my everything
that I am suffocating, intentionally,
and frustrated for doing so.

Confusion, flusters, guilt, you.

Tell me,
how do you do it?
How do you let yourself
look someone in the eye,
and know with confidence
that your feelings cannot
bother you any longer?
How do you become
numb as you so often tell me you are?
Do you feed me your sweet words and
false hopes?

Or have you really, in fact, found the key
to immortality?