wallowing

can’t get depressed 

again 

because 

if i do 

that will have to be 

the end 

but everyone 

is living & i’m not sure 

if i am 

.

they can’t see the

dark, empty, convincing 

.

my fault

how can you not be lonely

when you don’t open 

.

& so many questions 

no resolve

just shame

& dread   

i’m sick of fucking 

questions 

.

i just want someone to touch me,

i want to do that for them

.

starting to fear 

that’s a fable

(11/23/24)

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