Abrupt thoughts, on negative vibes I sway,
What’s the point anymore, there’s no new day.
Tears climb back into eyes, even they’re afraid,
Pointless verses, words wait to be remade.
Hate this world, I don’t belong here,
Am not special no more, none who hold me dear.
I should’ve left when I was just a spark away,
Alone now, love bereft, wondering why I continue to stay.
Wish my fingernails were dagger blades instead,
I could’ve extracted more of that red,
These marks on my neck would be mere marks no more,
All hands on deck, I rather be marked on floor.
More words today than I am used to,
Not in right frame of mind, I don’t feel good.
I am not where I wanna be, but am not dead yet,
The lone survivor is me, cornered yes, not counted out yet.Voicing thoughts of a wilting flower, riding on those final lonely moments
