how to not die alone(on hold)

closure

if he ever did die,
it was no ones fault but his own.
he never thought.

he never thought that
a concept could push down so heavily
buckle your knees and
force your teeth back into their gums,
crushing so excessive that
you would sink right into an early grave.
he never thought about
the future,
incase it swallowed him whole and
choked on the tattered crust of his own wellbeing.
perhaps he was in danger, acidic
melting away his legs and spine and
chewing at his fingernails and
the casings of his teeth were chipped away as if
he thought himself some kind of artist.
some kind of
romantic tragedy, Act 1, scene 1.
this boy, who never thought
who never lived and
who might never die,
he did not deserve an ending,