Throw me off the cliff
to the bottom
where only rocks reside.
I need to die.
I need to perish.
I need to see the other side.
I need to the prove the other side wrong.
I sit here for hours…thinking
how could I go ahead and prove you wrong…
but you’ll always fall back on the same false argument;
“I have faith.”
…but no proof.
Whatever, this shit doesn’t matter anyway.
We’ll both be dead soon enough.
I still hope you speak at my funeral.
It doesn’t matter.