To scratched out, for everything
Night fell on me writing this
And I ran out of paper
So I crossed the name out at the top of the page
Not sure why I'm even writing this
But I guess it feels right
It sort of feels like I have to-like an exorcism
I guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright
Lately I feel like I might be
Not that I've heard any voices or anything
Just like that everyday kind
Where you forget things you shouldn't
And you think too much about death
Maybe you know what I'm talking about
Or maybe you would have known? Or had known
Is it once knew? I don't know what tense to use
I know I never used to feel like this
I used to never think of death or hear voices
I used to feel Like everything was perfectly in order
A normal life, but I guess then came a departure
That I know you understand or would've understood?
I guess things changed after that, and I'm mostly scared now
But it's there in the stories, or whatever they are
You can see it
Anybody could if they could Look
I wrote some notes in the margins explaining it
The rest is in between lines or in the fine Print
First, the feeling of abandonment, then trying to cope
Then death and hope and the thing Itself, waiting for me
It's all there in the pages ahead of here
It's there waiting for you
Or for me
I'm not sure
The whole story
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