|| look at me!, ||
i playfully scream,
balancing at the edge
|| of the rusty rails ||
used only by ghosts
of trains, and of
people
the cliff
|| turns gravity ||
to pull me closer,
into a hug
|| i've always wanted, ||
like a good parent
after praising his son
the call twists my
brain
insides
pulling me
closer
to the cliff,
and i wander,
and i wonder,
and i
|| s c r e a m ||
and i wish
i could
cry.
|| ||
the rails are
closing in,
i don't have
much time
to write what i say,
|| and sa||y what i write
i wish someone
could love me
now.
|n|ow|,|
not even the
rails
want me,
i fall
into the void,
now,
i di ||e|| ▫️
a piece of you will always stay in me
and i don't get a say in it