I crave
To be something
I
Am
Not.
I wish
To be something,
anything,
But me.
Take a look.
Does my soul dance inside my body?
I
Feel
Dead.
Could I be?
We just blend into the next day.
I wasn't suppose to end up like this.
calling out for names that no longer have meaning.
tracing broken chipped nails against walls that know more about me than
Myself.
Did you forget?
I
Was
In
Search
Of death
Long
Before
You
Showed up.
