—UNTRUE, UNKIND, AND UNNATURAL

 

 

Sometimes

 

Sometimes you just wanna die, but not like literally.

Sometimes the lake is all too still and nothing’s jumping, not even fish, while your friends remain distracted by their life, and so you think about a blade cut to the wrist, how that will work out, a crimson river flowing freely.

Sometimes there’s no one else around to scold you, to hold you, if that is even a thing.

Sometimes it’s just best to sleep, even if the sun is a beam boiling your afternoon eyes into glue.

Sometimes it’s enough to simply smile at the folly of it all, when the phone’s not ringing, and there’s no one there, no one saying, “I love you. I miss you. Please tell me you’re okay. Okay?”