Forward

Yeah this is a poem about how life is a dick sometimes but all that cliche holds a lot if truth so yeah. Anyway its about sad s**t.

As the days close in my departure becomes the greatest stressor. Forgive me for my rash behavior for It spawns under pressure. And spare me from your wrenching lectures as i learn to feel nothing, birds, love, not even textures. Yes the pump inside my chest has fallen apart, but tape will test the glue that is no longer. Tape will always falter though, for glue is much stronger. In the end however, I may learn to find my strength once more, for his has never failed before.