I think I'm giving up on you,
it's not that I don't love you -
cause believe me, Honey, I do.
But I can't take this lack of give
when all you do is take and the
attitude round the clock is killing me.
Baby, I came here looking for a home
when the walls around me were crumbling
all through the night and the floods
washed away my only friends (books -
walls and walls of books), yet they couldn't
get a grasp of the demons pulling the sun
from the sky; Baby, I came here for a home
and now this is worse than the world I was
escaping all those years ago. I made some
friends and I fell in love a time or two, but
this just isn't somewhere I belong anymore.
I think I'm giving up on you
I don't think I'll be wandering back
through these memories and verses
anymore anytime soon. Not this time.
I've asked the nurse to call it,
time of death on this chapter was
"6:23 am Saturday February 24, 2018"
cause we've tried everything to get
a lively pulse going again, but there's
no more need for hopelessness here.