and where do you go to mourn
in the city?
narrow escapades, and an overwhelming
desire to talk but they're busy:
hit rock bottom and still badgering
naked and nauseated
when your unrefined narrative
navigating in the wrong turns,
moderator of the neighborhood
nestled in this mesh-
irrational you may seem
but everything seems like
colorful visions neutralizing the colorless.
although you're not a beginner
each time you are starting anew, nonetheless.
no, the newspaper sheets
wouldn't tell you about your crumbling world
nor your psychiatrist appointment
about your hollow incision onto your agony
and believe you me,
you're still not insane.
There are a lot of things
They don't teach us at schools
Like how one day not going home will terrify us
And we will cry not for a place
But instead for a person.
@iamhorcrux thanks for your expert help.