I held too firm to the ones that loved just a piece of me,
Never all of me.
At least not all at once
Linking my feelings to the ones that aren’t so dear to me,
Just for the chance to feel something real and breathe
Just once.
I never understood why sitting alone felt so lonely
In a crowd of people that seemed to know me
I Just listen
6 month, 7 days, 2 hours, and 8 minutes
I have dinner ready,
As I sit at this table for one, lunging at my food, as if it were almost gone
Its getting worse
Seeing faces is more difficult than ever,
Just severed lines between now and forever
Its colder than I remember
Twice a week, Id speak,
Clear my throat,
Take a pill,
Fall asleep
And Dream for weeks
In my bedroom,
I held too firm
The rope tied to the ledge next to my bed
Seconds later before my death
I feel warm again
