delusion #2

despair
it's fair to assume tomorrow you'll be dead

--

you never were much more than used rags
and crooked half smiles on autumn days.

you skipped all your classes,
abandoned your friends,
and slept away months in grief,
your entire existence composed of
shut eyes and empty dreams,
gray places without time or reason,
and nobody to tell you "do this."

maybe if somebody heard your words,
maybe if somebody looked at your face and saw your eyes,
you would have survived,
you would have survived.
but nobody did,
and i can't say sorry somehow.