In Die Me

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