Another complicating suicide,
Where everything is confusing and the reason unclear.
Where were the problems, the issues, the tears?
Why were you hurt, dishevelled and broken?
What was wrong, your words were unspoken.
Where was the reason, the point and the need?
The signs and the symptoms and fears.
You never looked broken - just sad and unordered.
You weren't a glass case, never unsorted.
Where was the problems if there's where I saw none,
In eyes filled with joy and laughter and pure fun.
How was my judgement off by a third degree?
How should I know, why should I care?
I can't really answer when I am not there.
I'm dead and I'm battered and buried right here,
On ground you stand upon.
Under and scared.
I've finally drowned.
I've finally fallen.
I'm sorry my reasons is unclear and uncommon.
I'd care to explain it, but I've told you before
That you've lost your one shot and I'm gone with it all.
The wind is not torturous to me anymore,
The flames don't excite me or burn at my core.
I simply don't care to live anymore.
(March 20, 2018)
