No one even knows I exist.
Why do I bother with this?
I must have lost my mind.
Or perhaps purposely left it behind.
Regardless,
I can't feel.
I can't care.
I can't recall when last my puzzle was together.
Maybe never.
I lost the will.
I lost the strength.
My weary eyes,
want to shut,
I say "no."
They cry "but."
My wavered heart,
wants to open.
I say "no."
It starts moping.
I feel like I'm a *****-up.
I feel alone.
I guess, maybe I'm not, but I feel so on my own.
My music,
wants me to smile on the inside,
I say "no."
It says "It's alright."
I say "no."
It says "don't cry."
I say "I'll try."
But the unavoidable passes my by.
I try.
I try not to die.
To stay alive.
To stay away from the darker side.
But I rarely cry.
I always sigh.
I'm losing my touch.
I'm saying goodbye.
I'm climbing the window sill.
Hear my last hymn.
I must bid everyone adieu,
and fall out of my skin.