Sometimes it feels like pointless grief might overcome me.
Sometimes it feels like I’m trying over the wrong things
And giving up on what I shouldn’t give up
And making varied wrong decisions in life.
Why go on about grief
One can’t build a friendship
Or a relationship out of it
Maybe if we had never actually understood each other completely, nor prroperly
At least you tried in a way
A way that seemed you cared and tried
And kind of understood.
I think it would be nice
to have someone to talk to
Someone even out of this world
Unbiased, not part of the problem
Not part of anything.
If only I could.
It would make things alot easier.
But I couldn’t lie.
Maybe I’m stupid
And I do stupid things
Why do we even bother worrying about certain things
Why do we even disagree on things
Or even misunderstand things
Or anything at all
I just want to watch the sun set over the bay
I just want to watch the skyscrapers evolve over the years
Filling up my vision
I just want to hold your hand in mine
Maybe we all left.
We left into separate worlds
Nobody writing or reading or replying anymore
And nobody understood
Sometimes I could die of the grief.