The Others

Ignore me, I’m just going to go weep in this corner
Here, alone
The cold floor shocks my bare knees, but it would be more recognizable if I weren’t in so much pain
It’s never gotten this bad, or else I may have jumped last month
The memories are annoyances
Mere annoyances, but some nights
after pushing them as far as your mind will allow, you pull your finger from the plug
and shit goes everywhere
Uncontrollably, without regard for the life in the valley
Symbolic, seemingly, of how I’ve lived
Fitting then that I should die
in the way I killed others

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