Forget About Her

I can’t breathe. It isn’t because I’m upset, Because I’m not. Not upset. I rarely am anymore. No, that’s wrong. I am, Sometimes, But it’s not painful Like it used to be Back when I had real emotions; Back when I knew what it meant To be human And not an empty husk With nothing going on inside. I’m a husk, And God But it hurts so much To be empty. Words echoing, Screaming, Always screaming in my head, Slamming their fists Against my battered throat, Tripping over my bloody tongue, Whispering past my chewed lips Because all their power Was lost fighting me. I’m my own villain, My own executioner. I wrap ropes around my neck And take a leap of faith Off the nearest building. My community service? Suicide. Wipe my remains off Of your three-hundred-dollar boots And forget about the girl Who used to sit across from you in class With the saddest smile; Twisting her depression Into something almost edible. Forget about the girl Who stood for Everything that burns And curdles And breaks. Forget about the girl Who used to be okay. Forget about the girl Who’s nothing more Than a streak across the pavement And a brief vigil in the streets, An excuse for tears When she didn’t deserve them In the first place.