I am convinced that you are dying
That there is no way you can be living
Maybe call it denying the strength
Call it a lack of faith in you to learn to grip life
but I am convinced that you are dying
I saw your shattered pieces that you made into a Hansel and Gretel trail
to help you find your way home
and I saw them sweep it away.
They picked up all your hurt to hide it from themselves
But like the birds eating those breadcrumbs; they are just trying to survive.
But you didn’t need that home.
Or the sweet one either.
The stars are too beautiful to miss anyways.
You couldn’t possibly be living
with all those blood stains, could you?
From you and all the people who cut themselves on your shards.
How we tried to mosaic you into a church window
But we couldn’t quite fit the pieces together right
I guess we were missing something
I talked to you on the phone yesterday
We talked about money and how you were going to pay rent
And you told me about your future.
You didn’t know what you were doing with it.
But you said something about missing someone
and how you laughed at work today and I just thought that
You must be living