I'm counting 4 hearts sitting on the fence, Caught between dying inside & burying themselves alive, Caught between giving up & hoping on a little light of happy, Caught between vengence & acceptance, Caught between running away for a fresh slate & sticking around just so not to be left out. I know words can't compensate for anything, especially not with feelings. Yet I can't just sit around & watch these hearts shatter to pieces, thoughts manipulated, lifestyles dysfunctioning.
& there were people who thought I was far too negative about February. You don't know shit, kids.
I'm left on the shelf, a blob of bullshit, a cornered ghost. Who am I kidding ? I've been dead a long time now, almost convinced my humanity no longer functions.
I genuinely urge whoever who cares to enlighten me: What's that last thing you'd expect from me?
