I saunter with eyes of wander, eyes of wonder I ponder
Blue black sky, blue black rains, hides my cry.
The lonely faceless faces of the places erases me
“No one says that,”
“No one does that.” No one.
No one is me.
Won’t you see? To me it’s easy to drown in seas.
For my words already drown in formation in information seas.
For my hurts I know are absurd. But what’s more
When “no one” understands but “no one understands.”
Writing my sore, writing more and more
Until I’m on the floor
And the floor is my bed, where I think of what they and you said.
Blood stained painted pain of ink red and
I’m dead.
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