"It's been 2 weeks, almost 3 since you said you were going to a doctor"
I know. I understand what I said, and what I haven't done.
All I know is that my days are a haze.
Smeared together, I can't tell up from down
A smile, from a frown,
The sky from six feet underground.
Nothing makes sense anymore,
And when It does, I don't know it.
I am aware of these thoughts
I hear their laughter,
Their screams, their truthful words.
It is a sun that never sets, and a moon that never comes.
My mind a on going cave
That not even a lighter can illuminate.
I walked too far, too deep into it.
I have nothing, but myself.
Mind if I say goodbye now?