poets; irwin

ii.

he noticed that her eyes were lined with dark circles. she took the stage, and took a deep breath.

"i want to go away until i’m gone

it takes so much less energy to not exist than it does to exist and get burned.

i’ve been burned so much i’m not me anymore, i’m a stupid puppet version of me

i’ve got strings that lead to nowhere,

nothing is pulling on me" 

despite her glasses, he could see the tears running out of her eyes. her hand was shaking.

"i wish someone would drag my hand out of hiding and sign my name on a dotted line

there are days that i cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.

when getting out of bed feels like the key in the doomsday machine."

he couldn't help but wonder why someone so perfect was so sad. he wanted to reach out to her, to make her feel special; feel loved.

if only he was brave enough to speak to her.

it's really getting into it now i kinda like this actually

poem credits to neil hilborn, once again. video on the side