Sane, nothing keeps me sane

I still feel nothing, every things the same

stains, of my life

in pieces

assembled on the wall



it, can, not, be this way

for the rest of my life

I, wish, it, could, end

in a more dignifying way



wait for life

slowly, creeping down my spine

slowly, making me old



wait for life

shattered bones

forever alone

how to break,

out



Nothing will help me

Nothing at all



Forever Old



Never waited for nothing more

suicide

seems tempting

inviting me in

none would remember me

as anything good,

I'll just be an empty face



Forever Old