...find me sitting by myself, no excuses
dear Mr. Apathy
NO EXCUSES THAT I DARE USE
why. too many times. thoughts only linger on this thing. i'm so sorry, but i doubt anyone understands.
if you knew me, maybe y'all might guess. concentrating too much on the death by my own hands. timer ticks down, who knows. not god. doesn't bother with the small things, and i, the smallest of all men. a whisp of smoke on the breeze, through the trees, oblivious to the forest that surrounds him except his needs: no need for food, sleep, or peace of mind. i'll just try to find excuses, but there's NO EXCUSES i should use, to justify why i'm still around like this. like this cancer. only hurting those that bother to notice.
so all it is is an apology, before the eulogy
i'm sorry. i love you all.
NO EXCUSES THAT I DARE USE
why. too many times. thoughts only linger on this thing. i'm so sorry, but i doubt anyone understands.
if you knew me, maybe y'all might guess. concentrating too much on the death by my own hands. timer ticks down, who knows. not god. doesn't bother with the small things, and i, the smallest of all men. a whisp of smoke on the breeze, through the trees, oblivious to the forest that surrounds him except his needs: no need for food, sleep, or peace of mind. i'll just try to find excuses, but there's NO EXCUSES i should use, to justify why i'm still around like this. like this cancer. only hurting those that bother to notice.
so all it is is an apology, before the eulogy
i'm sorry. i love you all.