i have never felt so empty.
no organs, no muscles,
just a set of bones neatly stacked
atop of one another;
a tired brain and a fractured heart.
i’m sat beside a kid
on a microphone
singing, yelling, screaming
to feel, to breathe, to exist.
to exist the best way i can.
with no mistakes, no hiccups, no flaws.
but living, existing is so hard.
i don't know how much longer
i can do it for.
