With me
language
ends.
There are those broken people around me.
I should have been saved.
I don't get any answers.
(It doesn't seem possible.)
It speaks to the summer.
Drowning in fitness.
These were beautiful days.
Dreams are shattered.
What did they do it for?
I always did what they wanted me to do.
Death will outlast me.
Rotating madwoman.
Deserted by support.
Putting her life on hold.
Once a decision was made.
It was supposed to make her feel better.
I am transactional.
Acting in conformity.
And by the law.
This is our 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.
Tragically lost.