Nobody goes to the depths of hell quite like I do
Mentally unstable or perhaps brilliant
It doesn’t matter
I do not care
Neither do you
Please don’t pretend
You would have called, commented, written
But you didn’t
You couldn’t seem to find the words
Not knowing your silence
Could be heard by a million deaf men
The truth is nobody wants to deal with “sad Abbey”
Cheeky and hurt, grasping for ticks of hope
Lashing out at even those who come in peace
Not knowing friend from foe
God why don’t you hear me?
How have I forsaken you this time?
I never get it quite right, do I?
My soul weighs heavy tonight
Blurry mind, raw heart, puffy eyes
These highs and lows exhaust me
I would rather be stable and bearable
AEC 5/15/2022