Reason$ to Live
The old feelings return and
my concentrated suffering
could kill every light in the city.
I can’t even trust
the emptiness to stay;
abandons me faster than hope
and leaves me numb.
I can’t even complain
because I’ve been worse.
It’s cheaper to hide than to act; blood flows in green bills,
sucking life from the ones who care.
So I die inside until it grows too strong,
and even then my blood comes out as ink.