././././.

Before you began to judge me,
Did you wonder
Why?

What drove me to the point
Of doing the things I did?

No.
You didn't.

You just thought about
You.

& How right you were about me
How I am stupid or pathetic for making the decisions that I did.

Now here I sit
Regretting all that I did

Hating myself
Wanting to find something to quiet the noise of my past.

But that doesn't matter to you
Because I'm pathetic for experimenting.

For wanting things to fill my hollow self
To find a way to let go.

You don't care
You just assume I'm like everyone else.

But if that's true,
Then the whole population is empty

& begging God for answers.