I don't have much
Anymore
I don't
Care to

She told me
Nice and quiet
That's what
She wanted

That's not
Or what I'll ever
Be.

There is
Something wrong
With me.

Something
Permanately
Dissatisfied.

And yet,
I'm apart of nothing.
Seen as nothing.
Pushing nothing.
Producing nothing.

There is something
Wrong
With me and something
Right with me

Where support
Is needed
To support
The support
I need to do
What I need
To do.

Does that make sense?

Here I press for me
For' I press and I live
And I crunch and I buy
And I spend and I bend
And I curse and I drink
And I sleep and I am chilled
For no one

I do not want me.

How do I rid myself
Of myself
So I can see the world
Void of ego?

Void of perception?

Void of weight?

Void of past?

I no longer want to try anymore
To be my best self, but
A
Vehicle for something
Unpersuaded, yet,

Un-restrained.

I don't want to believe in money anymore.
I don't want to believe in you.
I don't want to believe in loving anymore.
I don't want to believe in you.

Once I start believing in you,
I have to start believing in me,
And once that starts, well,
We just start,

Right back where we started.