I B4 ME

you were my greatest silence.

I cry without a tear that drops.
I don’t want therefore I can’t feel.
I think therefore I am.
I am at peace with death.
I question how I heal.
I care with a mask.
I appreciate life.
I observe life.
I can’t imagine a life where I’m still.
I see the life I have been gifted.
I haven’t reciprocated a life though.
I listen to music.
I like the vibe.
I empathize and sympathize.
I look alive.
I feel empty.
I share a soul with my mind.
I believe this is useless.
I fear it’s not this serious.
I never hate.
I seldom dislike.
I realize all this at my lowest.
I reach out to no understanding.
I fail to find comfort.
I seek a nothingness where I can think.
I control a me that isn’t alive.
I lack a goal to present to society.
I forget why I believed.
I send messages to no one.
I know myself.
I fare better by my lonesome.
I find myself immersed in the life.
I found it dashing.
I try a better me.
I failed myself.
I befriended my mind.
I dwell on my thoughts.
I create a fantasy.
I gave it my flavor.
I give it attention.
I drink its fruit.
I savor my genius.
I learned it doesn’t help.
I pretend this matters.
I predict an unhealthy imbalance.
I seem out of place.
I reek of nonbeing.
I gravitate towards my own order.
I present a powerful resolve.
I deem it unworthy.
I justify my faults.
I disregard out of fear.
I protect my inner self.
I drive a hard bargain.
I drove myself crazy.
I determine myself unique in that sense.
I crossed heaven.
I walked a dark path.
I wear a coin.
I decorate with ideas.
I excel at my introspection.
I write to reveal.
I burn at the stake.
I respect the undeniable truth.
I fantasize my ideal position.
I hear their cries, their pleas.
I disembark for a better journey.
I contradict my thoughts.
I wonder what my best really is.
I spun a wheel.
I costed my fortune.
I dug a hole.
I paved a road.
I crumble along with its touch.
I remember a better time.
I watch while they are.
I embrace the night.
I reminisce in pain.
I sink deeper into the rabbit hole.
I count my last.
I trudge on, day by day, to no avail.
I provide an interesting question.
I promise to change.
I lied.
I talk with myself.
I agree I can see.
I disagree that I can feel.
I inhale.
I exhale with a sigh.
I breathe in agony.
I just need purpose.
I call it wistful thinking.
I jest but rarely.
I am always there.
I hide practically nothing.
I trashed my place.
I will forever think.
I highly doubt that it will stop.
I hit a home run.
I ran towards base.
I cower under home.
I recommend to listen.
I surprise myself by writing this.
I play along to words that don’t reach me.
I conceal my aimless wander.
I punched a hole to nowhere.
I am getting to a better place.
I made it.