Scribbling on scraps for solace for my soulless self.
Searching. My whole life searching my whole life for something.
Singing over silence to stop the stillness, stop the silent scares.
Slicing into two to be two of someone else,
Splitting like so since everyone has one face, one screen, one cell, no cells.
Staring forever, ceiling stays the same.
Sleeping never, stuck with shame.
Spending my soul on supposed saints,
Standing alone, a lost sense.
Sending suicidal sonnets on scraps to society.
Seeing life sail by slowly.