you.

i see my reflection in you

i couldn’t know what is worse

and i don’t know what to do

who do you see? is it really you within me?

why do you do what you do?

do you think it’s fair to be, who you’re being?

they care and they care

they slave away to see you wither in the end

despite hours after hours of pained choices

the decisions leading to an inevitable goodbye

one way or another

we’ll see you leave

nothing left for each other

you see nothing but yourself, i was never even there in your eyes

you.

once filled with life

i wish i could see you thrive but you throw down your torch

you’re convince that you’ve died

and i’m sick

of all you’ve done, all you do, to see it burn before you.

and that’s all that left.

all that’s left is.

you.

there’s a word for that somewhere.

you’ll find it when you’re no longer lost.

i know you’ll regret the harm, the scars, the burns you’ll leave behind.

but when you find your peace of mind you set aside your pride and realize

it’s not just you.

we’re all here, too.

avoiding the fire and the floods and the storm above.

surviving and thriving- away from the fire you’ve started and the disconnect you’ve caused.

you.

why? i thought you could thrive. pick up a new torch and find a new way to survive. but your stubborn sadness and your unwillingness to be alive… it tortures us to see this in you, the anguish. within you.

you.