11:34pm

                            

11:34.

I tried to get your help

But you all turned me down

You under-estimate the wrath of sad I feel.

I am a mere 0.1 in a world of millions.

I'm easy to forget. To check on.

But on the odd occasion.

It'd help to be told I made

0.1 of a difference, at least.

People rush sentences.

They don't say what they mean.

They say what is needed.

But not what is true.

It's 12:05.

And I can't exorcise this feeling.

Not by words. Seen or heard.

But by seaping of myself, onto the ground

And into the world.

I want to strip my skin

And start over

Find the beauty deep down

I feel when I look at you.

I don't expect you to care

Or to talk about it

Or to help me at all

But sometimes I crave what I don't want.

Sometimes I give in to the other side of me.

It's 12:55 and I

don't want to die

tonight at least.

It's 12:56 and I feel fine

Reviews

[Konigin]

DEEP. That's where this hit me. I can relate. I understand. I see you. Thank You.