Indoctrination

You left me.

I want to talk.

It was not a clean break

I am ruptured.

I want to talk.

I used to write.

I used to draw.

I used to sing.

I want to talk.

I am stranded.

I am exhausted.

I am hollow.

We are nothing.

I want to talk.

Why do we still peer?

Why do I hear you of you doing this?

And I know that I’m doing that.

Why do we circle each other?

Is there some serene event?

I want to talk.

There is constantly a war.

I am creeping into myself

I know I have not been who I am

I know I have squandered my good side

I know you don’t care.

Why are you here?

I want to talk.

Why are you there?

What does it matter to you?

What does it prove?

Does this make it better?

Can we make it better?

Who am I to even try?

What do you want?

I want to talk.

There is a poison burning into me.

Each day I am corroded further.

The drip tastes of your tongue.

The remainder tastes of your mind.

The feeling reminds me of what I’ve done.

I can’t correct.

I can’t repair, I can’t build, I can’t grow.

I am alive in death.

I want to talk.

Have to think through every memory, good and bad

To fully release you.

I must be in every moment,

Suffer every scratch on my armor

To know that I am free.

Shaggy: Zoinks

Scooby: Ruh-roh

Daphne: Jeepers

Velma: Jinkies