On and on and on and on
Where does it really end?
When does it ever stop?
Why do I have to keep going?
Can I just say, "I'm done!"?
I just want this to be over with
'Til all the numbered days are gone
What's the point to keep going?
Tell me, please
'Cause I'm running out of reasons
To see the good side of anything
Why does my head hurt so much?
Why is my face always wet?
My knuckles are cracked and bleeding
I spell the pain out in letraset
Where am I?
Who the hell are you?
Telling me I can't live my life
Any way I choose
It smells like desperation
Right in this very room
Add a little touch of pity
That creates the perfect shade of gloom
Why can't I just sit here?
Rotting in my own "happy place"
Can't I just waste my life away?
Spoiling in my own "happy face"
That debonair is gone from my life
And good riddance
He was nothing but a poor excuse of a man
Nothing but a hinderance
Now I have myself
To sit around and waste time
To just stop completely living
No practice needed at being a professional mime
Don't you dare control me
For I have rights of my own
I can do whatever I like
I can just sit here and drone
On and on and on
To my own special friends
Teddy bears, hermit crabs
I know they understand
There's nothing I like anymore
Not even my own black and white keyboard
The silence is powerful
The silence can be key
To unlock my mind
And hear what I'm thinking
It keeps ringing and ringing
So I put it on silent
I throw it away
Where no one else can find it
I don't want anyone's help
I'm content just right here
Let me stop time
So not even I can shed a tear
On and on
Oh how the record does spin
It replays over and over
And repeats again
Mortality isn't quite such like a spinning disc
It goes and the seconds are wasted
The time, the energy
Like I said,
What's the point?
No use in trying
Not a lot being said
Nothing being done
Just sitting quietly
In the darker sun
I think I'll go to bed
Can you believe I'm finally tired?
Of just sitting
And thinking
Wishing
Breathing
Having time to myself
Can hold all the power
I'm done asking questions
A stitched mouth can hold secrets
But I look at your face
And wonder where's all the deepest blood-stained creases
With a sigh
I resign
And lay down my head
But a little voice peeps up
"Can I speak to you instead?"
"Go away! Leave me alone!"
"No, please wait! I've lost my own home!"
"Miss please, I really need your help."
"I need to go home!"
"Why does it concern me? Talking to you."
"You're nothing but a thing. Something insignificant, very small."
"Why I bet you just want me to get up. So I can't be alone."
"MISS!! MISS!! I REALLY NEED TO GO HOME!!!"
"FINE! Where is your home?"
"Let's hurry this thing up so I can stay by myself, alone."
"Why", the little voice smiles
"You are my home. You left me back there for miles."
"How could you do such a thing?"
"Ignoring your own heart."
"I almost died back there."
"Why leave behind such an important part?"
"Like I said, I wanted to be alone."
"Why bother with me anymore?"
"I have neither a care. Nor either a home."
"Who said I was so important?"
"To be saved from this world."
"I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere."
"Look Miss, I'm here!"
"And boy do I care."
"Don't leave me please."
"I'm important to you."
"I love you so much."
"Don't you have any clue?"
"I know I'm not the best around."
"But I will be very soon."
"Just give me a chance."
"And I'll show you."
I smile
"Well," I say
"I've been waiting since noon."
"Do you know how many years that is?"
"I just needed to know someone cared."
"I thought I had no one left."
"But you finally came around."
"And bested the best."
"I love you."
I say
And there was no more said
I flipped over on to my side
And laid down my head