July 01, 2024

Let's take a step back. Forget about poetry and write without ornamental lexis. 

I liked me better when I carried picture books for curious eyes.

I liked me better when I did not look up. 

I liked me better when I laughed and searched for fun. 

I liked me better when I sought the sun. 

I liked me less when I gave up.

 I liked me less when I lost control. 

I liked me less when I endured.

I liked me less when I looked away.

I liked me less and less and less, only to hate my self. 

How do I fix this when I listen to nobody but my self, when I trust no one but me, when I am not ready to accept theirs and anyones help. I only believe me and the me is not RSPV-ing anymore. Répondez S'il Vous Plaît, I do not want to die a little everyday, not anymore. Listen, only I, the slumbering I, can save me. 

Wake up!