i'm looking out my own
and finding anything but me
and it is nice
i'm done with this,
me
i'm moving on to sleeping and folding away
so i'm getting sick
of getting over being sick
what truth is there
when all you are is someone that overcomes
when there is nothing new to rebuild
maybe i should just demolish this
this patched and sutured structure
i don't want to care
i'm tired of making sense of self inflicted wounds
i'm sick of caring about days i am better than
i just don't care about being anything to me.
