Tell me what I am

clearly I’ve no clue

I wish to live a fulfilling life

but I wouldn’t mind a bus hitting me too.

At least then I’d get some bloody rest.

Tell me why is life such a chore

and every love full of life

eventually becomes a bore.

Maybe I never even lived by your side

just took deadly breaths until countdown to the end.

Tell me why I never stood a chance

among the characters that present

themselves to you

all the time.

I got you, my cursed gold

and whatever remains of my fractured mind.

Tell me why we aren’t even a thing anymore

you never really said

maybe I was so special

you owed me the debts of being nice

temporarily.

Tell me why I’m so fucking sick of breathing your dust

when the wind carried you away

a long, long time ago.

And why I never really learned to trust

you or anyone else.

Tell me why I crave the end so much

when the journey is the destination

everyone around tells me they’re fine

human-kind is a lying nation

Tell me why I want the pain to end

when you were the catalyst

and I still loved you

though you’ve shaken up my life.