I’ll let my son play with his rattle

No, not that one! My antidepressants

So many ugly colors to wash away

Even less colorful feelings

I wish they didn’t exist, I wished I didn’t

please, I apologize for my absence

and absent minded decisions

I’ve been dead for so long

Who knows if vibrant touch is foe

Or enemy dressed as a friend

See! I have no optimism

just a ration of hope that tomorrow

will be only slightly better than today

And my mind plays tricks, it sees love

When there’s just friends

And enemies where there are shadows

Help me someone

Before I choke myself to death

as a mime cleaning a window

suffers laughter as a means to a better life

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