I’ve never found my voice. I guess this is it.

I’ve never found my voice. It doesn’t feel right every time I use it.

After the changes, days keep going by.

Oh, what a laugh. It makes me want to cry.

Thumbing at the scar on my finger.

The one that we will share when it loses all its meaning.

Oh, what a world.

Oh, what a wash.

We could’ve been all the lives we crossed.

When I’ve seen it all

there’s everything to lose.

It makes me feel so small.