i fall back upon the lashes that have marked my back,
i wonder.
how have i gotten this far?
rewinding back to a time,
seven days worth of tears ago,
i wondered.
how can i not go far, how can i eliminate my existence
in the
most
profound way.
i fall back upon the lashes that have marked my back,
i have fallen
repeatedly.
perhaps life is the hardest to endure,
so
giving up is too easy.
i want to be known for being something,
not doing something.