#schmidtwrites

“

what’s the point?

rushing like a bull,

can only see red.

please, let me go to bed.

what’s your point?

i can’t help me.

you can’t stop it,

and i’ll never top this.

there’s no point.

we went too fast.

brake lines been cut.

light’s all burnt out.

it never could turn out.

the point is we’ve died out.

“

12/6/21

“

missed calls,

do not disturb.

maybe this weekend?

would that work?

empty heads,

broken heart.

not going home

until i play your part.

no worth,

no value.

it doesn’t matter

long as i see you.

this’ll work out

in a few weeks.

warm hands,

cold feet.

warm hands,

are all i need

right now.

see you this weekend.

please see me.

“

10/25/21

i’m up, but not for long.

praying this finds you well.

i may be back sooner this time.

either way, i’ll see you.

“

she doesn’t know how

to stop the voices.

the lies are every night.

thinking up reasons why

she doesn’t deserve to live.

she knows what needs to be done.

and she knows she’s worth the life

she was given.

but it’s a walk,

not a sprint.

but at least now,

she lies every night,

and puts more faith than fear

into her dreams.

“

- just give 51%, 100’s too unrealistic anyways.

/ S. x