Dead or Alive

A Poem

Photo by Jeff Hardi on Unsplash

“your life is inconsequential,” they said to me
the day the earth stood still and my eyes cast doubt
on everything i knew before or after

but i can’t follow you down this road
of despair eating up despair,
hollow gem stones of cobbled paths
making way for the truth of the matter

and i eat up so much of my own self,
like a snake chasing its own tail,
till all i do is bleed a red of my own volition

and i’m so sick of dying every day,
wondering when it’s my turn —
and i’m so sick of crying every day,
hoping for something that will never come

“my life is inconsequential,” i said to the mirror
the day i took my potions down, down, down —
and every single one of you mocked me for it

and every single moment i wonder
what’s going through my own head —
and every single moment i wonder
just what hell i unleashed moons ago