I only think of myself
when I scale bridges
I can't crossI only care about myself
when I climb stairwells
already tumbling downSo I get it why
I lay alone
in the gutter
of my own filthI get why
I die without
a petal
to my nameI only speak to myself
when the poets
have all taken offI only cry to myself
when the shadows
have taken overI only die to myself
when people tell me
I am too muchI only lie to myself
when I couldn't
live as suchIn my life
I only think of myself
—that's why I'm dead
insideapril 17, 2021
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