Okay, so this is written in a new style of poetry I'm trying out- choppy, usually depressing, no caps, weird spacing, and lots of repetition. Just warning with that.
there's life
everywhere
surrounding us
and maybe that's good
maybe that should be good
and maybe it is
but it's gone now
or diluted
or filtered
or hidden
and it's drained out of them
the happy people
all of them
it's gone
drained
their knees gone weak and their skin caved in
maybe with a hole in their heart
and,
god,
it should be their fault
it shouldn't have happened
but it did
and
i know it,
i caused it
i created it
and it shouldn't have been
couldn't have
and it did
i've taken lives
manipulated people into taking their own and
what's next
then
after this
how much worse can it get
i'm not a god
and time doesn't obey me
and i tried
and i failed
and it shouldn't have happened
and i caused it
and i'm not getting anywhere here
because it never stops
and maybe things will get better
and maybe there'll be hope
and
g
o
n
e
i
t
a
l
l
f
a
l
l
s
and
knock
knock
knock
knock
it ends
and i'm not ready
not yet
there's so much life
still
and when we leave
there's so much life left behind us
but i can't
not another
and maybe the song ends
and the story doesn't
but this chapter is over
and
damn it,
it was short
so short
but long
so long
too long
and maybe it's time
but
no
not
yet
but
it
has
to
no
more
time
one
minute
that's
it
i
didn't
you
want
this-
(i don't want to go)