Am I alive anymore?
Sure, I breathe and blink like any other living being
But, does that count as living?
My smile is on vacation and my laugh was lost long ago
All that's left is an empty shell filled with thick blue bittersweet memories
and black words twisting together to make a solid rope of despair
Rope that anchors me to a seafloor, left for dead among the rotting kelp
Rope ties me to the bed in the morning, reminding me of what could go wrong each day
Rope flung over a balcony ending in a noose, taunting me from far away
Someday I swear someone will hit me too hard
And my shell of a body will just crumble to the concrete floor
Leaving me in peace at last.
