What do I tell them now that I have left this body?
I gave up?
My essence could no longer take it?
My soul is tired?
What do I tell them now that I have faded and am no longer my own?
How much time does it take to finally find comfort in my own bones?
What do I tell them now?
That I became a blackened sky
Vast with loneliness and the undiscovered?
I became split-tongued, confused and aware of those around me, and still eluded in finding myself
I became a shadow of everything beyond the reach of my fingertips.
These hands curse my brain, never making sense.
Even now, I don’t know what I’m saying.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that
I’m gone and being lost is more heartbreaking than being heartbroken.