Testo Being And Nothingness

that's when you realized that you were on your own,
with nothing but a bottle and and an overcoat.
you’d give anything to feel at home.

stayed at the overpass. you prayed just to rest your knees.

no time for dreams. you can't sleep but that's quite alright.
we all thought that you were dead.
when you last wrote, you had said
when we last spoke, that you felt dead...

“summers were wonderful,
i can’t help thinking that they’ve grown stagnant,
so depleted, and so down and out.
when they sky feels like its falling
and my soul is so much further than here.
when i wake up, i find a place to push it and pull it.
it’s too cold to sleep in here.all you know is,
when you’ve hollowed out your own chest, there is nothing there.”