Serotonin Readings

I don't mean to dig up the past

Just let me clear out the cemetery in my voice

I sit here before flowers

Hoping they will train me to open up

But yet I'm still here to learn

I accept that I may be as well

What I don’t accept is that imperfection should be the crutch

Because to be honest I said

“I miss you”

What I meant to say was

“I love you”

What I wanted to say was that

“I meant what I said”

It’s funny, how all those things flooded my head

As we we’re saying goodbye

I should have told you

“Because I am willing to die alone”

And yet she lives the poetry

That she can not write

Be beautiful

Because the weed, doesn't know

It wasn't supposed to be growing there

So I guess at the end of the night

Only because

Redacting Yesterday

With any possible mistakes you may have left behind

But that enough about flowers and mountains

Cause I’m not here to dig up the grave of the past

I’m just here today for yesterday’s funeral

That is late for tomorrow

This literature is not mine. It was written by the amazing writer and Canadian author Shane Koyczan.

Why am I alive? Simply cause I want to be me.

"Shut up and Say Something" -By Shane Koyczan. This literature is not mine and is owned by the amazing writer, poet, and author Shane Koyczan.