dinsdag 30 januari 2024

What once was

Didn't you know that by the end of it all,
You couldn't give me a second 
To recognise who I was?

Didn't you think that by the end of it all
I wouldn't need another moment 
To pick up the remaining shards?

Didn't you see that by the end of all 
I hadn't an ounce of trust left
To give and share amongst you all?

But you never understood at all
That one single sorry will do nought 
To stop this flow of blood
Out of me.

zaterdag 20 januari 2024

Recycle

I miss the body I lived in.
The familiarity under my fingertips. 
Old memories now buried under my skin.

I can still taste the words in my mouth. 
They taste like ashes now
But used to be so easy to write down. 

I used to create worlds within these hands 
But now they dried up and turned to sand.
And I to wounds I cannot mend.


woensdag 17 januari 2024

Soft tears

10 plus 10 still makes 2

But you have made your own conclusions.

I should wear your wounds for you.

And asking for any inclusion 

Is asking too much.


All is asked from you

Is to forget to spell the word ego.

But your life seems more worth than mine.

So you asked me to let it go.

To just die in silence.


All I can do is obey.

While you live your life your own way.

Consequences that I have to pay.

And you just continue your day. 


All I can do is scream.

But it's not like you would hear me.

Lives hidden between the seams.

Waiting to live so it seems.


And then I lost.

Lost the life that I got.

Given to you to take not borrow.

You won't even allow me my sorrow.

You say my life was worthless as

You use it to fill in the gaps

Of yours.

And as you close the door

To me.

To keep illusions of normalcy. 

You race my body to a finish line

Of unsteady decline.


When will it settle in my head? 

That you have me dying before I'm dead.

(Shed my tears before I'm sad.)


When will the anger take my heart? 

Before what's whole becomes what's not.

(My grief will tear my soul apart.)


When will the dust settle around me?

I have lost the feeling in my feet.

(My limbs are made of memories.)


When will it get through to you?

You are not invincible. 

You're just a gullible fool

Racing to your death

Taking me with you.