With me
language
ends.
There are all these broken places.
I should have been spared from this.
I don't get answers anymore.
(It doesn't seem possible.)
I speak to the summer.
There are beautiful days.
Drawing lines of fitness.
I should have been supported.
I always do what they want me to do.
Everything around me is falling apart.
Death will outlast me.
Rotating madwoman.
Putting my life on hold.
She made a decision.
It is supposed to make her feel better.
I am transactional.
Acting in conformity.
And by the law.
This is a Democracy.
Did I mention my name?
It is Paul.
Grabbed by love.
Love so deep.
Sinking stock.
Sinking deliberately.
(Deliberately sinking stock.)
Luck is pulling me.
And I am broken.
Deserted by support
Tragically lost.
Why did they do this to me?
My dreams are shattered.