And I Guess I Just Got Tired Of That
3 September, 2021
Author: Shiloh
If, in time,
I should die by my own hand,
But have the moment necessary
To stay the other’s tongue
As to my reasons,
My sanity,
The pity to be heaped upon
Those remaining,-
Should I take full advantage
Of those moments
To insure no one remains
To make mockery of my work.
To insure no one takes the pulpit
To decry my act,
To insure no one heaps ashes
Upon the ashes already heaped…
Such is not necessary.
It will likely happen,
However,
No matter my intention
Or my concerns…
There is and always will be
That one fool,
At least that one,
Who will take it upon themself
To grandstand
In smug superiority,
All the little they know,
And all the great amount
They invent.
Because damn few,
If any,
Will understand or care
About my reasons.
They would likely not be able
To comprehend or accept
The fact that I did it
Or the fact that I felt it needed to be done
Just
This
Way.
And no one listens,
No one listened,
No one gave one flying shit.
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