This is what I am.

Surely this isn’t what it comes down to?

To a feeling like this?

So close

To the end.

I haven’t felt so cold,

For a long time.

So lost

When I was so sure

I knew where I stood.

And now my feet

Have left the ground.

And I am flailing blind.

This grip

Worked lose by pointed words

Is the worst of all.

Finger stretched.

And not to mention this pimpled face.

What stubble grows there?

Just spiked lies

And raw flesh.

And child like thought.

For this is what I am.

Just

A fucking child.