11/21/17

i’ve grabbed death by the hand
and screamed
“take me with you, goddammit”
only to be left behind.

i’ve pulled him so close
and looked him right in the eye,
only to find out that he looks just like
someone i can’t bring myself
to remember.

i’ve prayed to god,
asking him to plunge his
holy hands
deep into my chest
and pull out whatever was
embedded in me.
and he didn’t
answer.

i’ve begged him
to let me know
why?

why does he let me live like this?
was i put here just to
suffer?

i’ve prayed to god,
asking him to take me to
happiness
or at least to
contentment.

i’ve asked death
to please let me follow.

but they didn’t
answer me.
i wouldn’t have
either.