I cannot fathom why, in good conscience
I suffer through the lies, to find the evidence
Of why... I batter my hands and head against
This wall of silence
Am I a friend... or just something else?
This time I
No longer try
I sink
It's just too much... I cannot stand it
To think
There may have been some kind of connection
But that has been cut
Is more a dislocation
No ideas
No more to share
To remember, asking, did you ever care?
That's ok, I sort of know now where I stand
It's all downhill from here.
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