Should I give a *?

A part of me feels like I owe

But not to you

To myself

I owe it to me

To reap what I sow

So you dream of me

I don’t

I slip into nothingness

Surprised to wake up

Alive, I guess

I’m not that old me

I know I’ve changed

You need to move on

Leave me be

I’m deranged.

That’s me

It takes effort to even write about it.