By Kristin Lindgren
Everything is lost. So thrown apart, It Just Left. Doesn't matter anymore. If I died now, Would it matter? No. All is Said and Done. Finished. 13 years Wasted. A present That I don't need Don't want But I keep it anyway. But if it slips behind some clutter, So Be It. It was just a waste. Live it up. Throw it away. But I can't throw it Away without help. Hands that don't care to Throw It Away. Rid this world of another waste. So Full as it is. If one doesn't care, just Throw It Away. But first it has to prove One thing That has been its whole purpose, To boost someone up, Tall enough, High enough, To reach what is out of reach. Someone Who has tried So long So hard So much It would be a Waste to waste it. Let many help one. I can't let go until he knows. Knows. Knows. Knows of what he's Changed Molded Created Transformed Proved Showed Screwed Helped Done to save one who thought she knew. So smart So stupid So intelligent So ignorant None means another So, You can be Them all. This one can't leave until the other knows and learns and discovers and reflects. What if he does the same thing to everyone else? I strive for Uniqueness. Individuality. Unconventional ways to say I am not you. And I am not you. But I may be the same as them all. Too painful Can't realize I'm not alone. Yet, I am. So left behind. Never told Never informed Who? Don't know. What? Don't care. When? Doesn't matter. Why? Never certain. Where? Unapplicable. So much like a form. Yet forms inform, I am not. Don't ask. Ask the one who told me But I don't know how. Pointless. Clueless. Meaningless. Hopeless. Lifeless. What I am And must be. All that matters is Nothing. All that is nothing is what matters. I may be deeper than the ocean, but, But, Why. For what. Nothing. If I melt away Fade away Fall away Drift away Fly away Who will stop me? He won't. Yet I must tell him. Let him know Then everything, everything, is all right. Tell Show Show and Tell. Like a baby. A small, helpless child Waiting for Nothing. Nothing comes and as it sits there, calling, it finds that it is all alone. No one is coming. No One Cares. But it doesn't matter anyway. Forget About Me For I am gone Without Being gone. And if i continue to Think, I see. All works Fits together, Links, Holds, But It's not real. No matter what I think, no matter what I say, I mind as well just Go Away. Gone. Never to be seen again. Dead. But I was anyway. No difference, but now I close my eyes for No more confusion. Rest In Peace, But not alone. Help me. I think, But am I? I think, So I am.
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