If I had to choose between a life of talking to people
Faking my emotions for the sake of conversation
And a life of isolation buried deep in my pillow
The latter is the one I'd always chose
I don't even know what I'm saying these days
I'm rarely in the moment
I'm nothing but a presence
When I'm stumbling my way through incoherent speech
I'm nothing but a burden
And I just think back to winter
December 2012
Walking through the cemetery
When I tried to hold your hand
But it wouldn't stop shaking
Sweaty palm and medicated smiles
Kept our fingers from interlocking
And I think I finally understand
Why you died at 17 to permenatley live the dream
I recognize the sacrifice
20 years being alive and I'm still barely living
You made your bed in a coffin and I continue to breathe
I think of you often
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