who am i talking to when i say these things?
the walls absorb the words until they fade away
nothing can absolve this pain
it never really goes away
it comes in waves,
rising up only to dissipate
the next one to anticipate
the falling fates around me
my loneliness surrounds me
these memories confound me
i think that i am slipping it again
it is bad day,
or am i getting bad again?
i think i used to underestimate
the way you helped me compensate
for all my shortcomings.
lately i’m always late
and it’s likely my friends like me less
now that i’m just half a person
floating around in my own mess
like a spoiled child