not even a question?
not even a word?
you don't find that i'm not eating
even remotely absurd?
not even a comment?
not even a phrase?
you don't wonder why you haven't
seen my wrists for days?
not even a sentence?
not even a doubt?
you don't bother asking what
the tears on my face are about?
okay, i guess i'll just continue
breaking bit by bit
ignoring whether you notice or not
never mind, just forget it
YOU ARE READING
Unknown
Poetrythis is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber assembling their philosophies with pieces of broken memories
