So here I stand.

You probably can’t believe this because I was a coverer. If that’s even correct grammar. I really don’t care, I don’t care about anything anymore.

Who’s to blame? I am. I just wrote this because I didn’t want anyone to spend a century trying to figure out my suspicous cause of death. “Was he pushed? What happened? I must find out!” No. Now there’s no question.

So after all this… It’s come to me, standing here, looking down at the ocean. I hear the waves but they do not move me or affect me. It’s too late. I feel nothing and no pang of “Self Preservation” is kicking in so this must be meant to be.

So here I stand,
alone.

I wonder if you even know I’m missing from home yet. You probably don’t. No one cares.

I mean if you cared, I would have had someone to confide in, right? So it only goes to show that if I don’t have someone to confide in, no one cares.

You never let my tired mind lie down and breathe with yours.

I was never allowed. Never given the option.

So here I stand…