Exoskeleton(unfinished)
Darkness came again.
Or rather I looked inward again.
For so long I have seethed with anger
Seethed with my own self-hate.
Wracked with despair from a problem I did nothing to fix, to change!
Eating my self alive from within.
So empty now!
Empty like our friendship.
That which I did not change.
That which I let slip like sand through my fingers.
Valiantly did we try, but we went a year without seeing one another.
Now we think that THIS words on a screen is a link.
I don't call, I don't write.
Yet I weep when I think how I am letting it all slip through.
And finally i realize I wasn't even trying to hold on.
Is that what hurts the most?
No its when I realize that even then I was too empty to care!
those years ago when we met.
That first time we ever spoke.
English with Miss H. I think you dropped your pen.
So kind of me to pick it up!
i wonder where that sweetness went, i used to be all made up of the stuff.
Eating myself alive from with in for years.
Did nothing to change it.
You slipped through my fingers, just like this friendship.
Cold, hard, Exoskeleton.
All that I am.
All that I will be.
All I shall ever know.
Notes: This is considered unfinished... and shall remain so. Like the last conversation i ahd with the person I wrote this one about.
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