I threw a bottle at the wall, screaming
It's me! It's me! Everything, it's me!
I've been careful with what I do, listening and watching for signs of breaking.
Yet km here again, at my breaking point.
Oh have I forgotten the feeling of bitterness, the feeling of having nothing to live for.
I held my arm in the corner, thinking. It's me! It's me! All of this was me!
I watched the words I've said.
I laugh and play like the summers before.
But now comes fall, and then alas, winter.
Ha! I must have forgotten that with every life there is a death.