How does it feel
To think uninterrupted?
To pace your breaths even without a thought?
To not have your own destruction at your foresight?
There are times I wonder why the stagnation has never left
I see the changes on the faces of others
I know how to push and pull at reactions but from my mouth the same phrases spill each time
To think you finally found someone who will understand the drone of why you were born dying
Why you can no longer function and why at night you see walls bend closing in on you despite all that you know
To think you found someone who will absolve you of judgement
Who won’t leave when you inventible bring yourself closer to an ending
Who may not understand why you are stuck why change never comes
Why you were born hungry
And why it is you’re living while dying