Everything and Nothing
i’m still trapped behind your eyelids
i’m still caught up in your veins
i held your hair over your head
as you purged your life into the porcelain
you told me to flush it like a dead goldfish
as if everything would be ok
i still wonder what went through your mind
when you told me don’t cry
gazing over the balcony
we analyze everything
we analyze analyze
our lives
re-evaluate the nature
self-destructive recreater
i’m still trapped behind your eyelids
i’m still caught up in your veins
but i just cant hear you anymore
i’m halfway down the block again
when you come around
i hope you know who i am
i held my hair over my head
as i purged my life into the porcelain
i flushed it down the drain
like everything was going to be ok
i still wonder what went through our minds
when we told her don’t cry
This is a special poem that will have, I’m certain, immediate import to those who, after the choice had been made and followed through with, now feel hollow and alone. I believe many people will be very thankful that this poem was written. It will be cathartic for them.