why am i so alone?
when i find myself alone, i can not unsee the bones,
which have been buried, no, carved within my mind.
why can't i laugh or smile as i did as a child?
back to my clueless happy times?
i once told a girl i wished i was dead.
i said it with my paint smile, my attempt at a joke,
but it dawned on me,
that those words were truth i spoke.
