A little bit dead

Walking Sideways

I'm walking sideways

On the sidewalk

I witness many horrid things

I don't want to hear them

I don't think I can hear them.

But I see them.

I didn't want to see them.

"Look straight," they say,

But still, my feet stubbornly run

And

Run

And

Run

And

I try to stop, I try to close my eyes

But I start to bleed

Does no one see me bleed?

"That's not blood," they say, "they're tears"

But they are wrong.

Tears aren't supposed to hurt this much.

These tears are special.

These tears should be called blood.

And all you do is watch me bleed.

The blood obscures my vision until I can't

See the bad things anymore.

Maybe I like

This pain.