the dregs of my coffee
sitting cold
a heartache so hurtful
so very old
im writing now
this sad tale
of how i failed myself
in my coffin
the placed the final nail.

this is not glory
times sevenfold
this is not a good story.
this is just
what have become
of a sad lottle teenager
who is quite dumb.

somewhere
the glue that was fresh
didn't stick.
the hapiiness came
and then it left real quick
i don't know why
that something insdie me
once again had to go die
i think it's those roman
Le Petit Prince
and it's damn fox
who speaks of so much knowlegde
reminded me hoensty of Michelle's socks.
reminded me
of the places i turned my back
make me think of
how i've gone slack.

and now i cry at night
wondering why it is
im stuck here in thise mess
why i didnt see
last week
when things looked their best.

dont touch me
dont talk
just stare
just gawk.

im a walking corpse
an empty shell
i guess then
that's my tale.

xoxo
kyelle