You never lived she says,
they all say
don't put your hopes up
your heart's too smooth
today i feel sad
and all the thoughts in my head are unbearable
the world is reduced to my size
shriveled and weak
covered with a greyish treacle
that makes me slow and heavy
i need a getaway, a rest
an escape of this life
again
escaping
dreaming
in oblivion
when will i start living
at last