People will tell me that they wish they had a mind like mine. That can just learn things sometimes or remember as well as I sometimes do. But even I wish I had a mind like that. I don't get to use my mind.
Often times I remember only what it feels like to burn for change. And I spend a lot of time burying this memory, but it always comes back.
I really don't want to be who I currently am.
And yet its been so long since I've really tried.
Anything other than neutralizing myself.
Blending together all the things I remember with the things I forget...
I'm not sure anymore
as to what my passion is
I don't even want
a future
I just want a better ending.
stay beautiful
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Yes. It is exhausting waiting waitting waiting for the end
ReplyDeleteNot wanting to end it now.
As is,
But perhaps waiting for the very lowest point
A meaningful end
To it all.
Maybe a slow suicide will do
Starvation
For me
Not for you.