Kyle

There’s something in my hands making my fingers ache,
Something in my back that won’t let it sit up straight,
My stomach is recoiling, maybe something I ate,
Some of this hurt seem like my fault and now I’ve stained the slate,

I’m so sorry that this happened,
But I’m glad that you’re ok,
I hope that you can find something to get you through the day,

There’s something in my smile, that is painful, automatic,
Something in my brain stopping thoughts with strings of static,
My brain wants to sleep, but my racing heart won’t have it,
I’m stretching with my fingertips towards words lost in the attic,

I’m sorry for the suicide,
I’m glad that we’re together,
I hope that the fire can stay burning through this weather,

There’s something in the moments that keep on slipping by,
Something I’m forgetting or I’m losing to the night,
It’s incredibly important but I can’t seem to get through,
But that’s because you’re two weeks dead and I can’t get to you,

I’m sorry that I missed you,
I’m glad you’re not in pain,
Promise me to never, never kill yourself again