Sometimes

Sometimes

10/23

A single in a room of doubles.

A desert of precious liquid

Locked away. 

Sometimes,

everything you want is taken

so you're left

wanting

nothing.

nothing.

nothing.

Sometimes, it doesn't matter anymore and

you're alone,

reaching.

failing.

falling.

falling.

Sometimes,

every breath is dying,

every tree is falling,

every animal is roadkill and you just don't fucking want to deal with any of it anymore.

Sometimes,

Help is just around the corner,

but the corner just keeps moving.

faster.

faster.

faster.

Sometimes, 

You want to run away,

Get an instrument 

and live a short and painful but meaningful life

and fuck the consequences.

Sometimes, you hate who you are

what you're doing,

what you're not doing.

all of it can burn.

Friends.

They're supposed to be there.

for sometimes.

but what if they're not?

what if?

What if the what if's just keep piling on

and piling

on and 

on and 

on.

What then?

What should happen

Sometimes?