Death Bed

There he was.
Where he had been all his life.
At least in his mind.
But no one took the time to walk around in his head.
To figure out where he was.
And where he was headed.
He mind always there bc of the comments people made.
And the comments people didnt.
There he lay.
The cuts on his wrist not showing.
Because of the black suit he wore.
The hole in his head not visable.
Because of how his head was tilted.
In his death bed.
Where he had been all his life.
At least in his mind.
There he was.©