This Poem Makes No Sense. Poem by Ari Ryan

Days go by and days go by and days go by. But still no sign. No sign of hope no sign of light no sign of escaping the treacherous night. I scream and shout, but no one care about,
About me.
Nothing to want nothing to see, cant escape this friggin hole, Never will flee. They say they care, oh they say they give a damn, but on their face it’s a blatant lie. Will they care when I die? Would they care if I committed suicide? Would they care if I went to hell,
All because of their f**king spell? I used to- such a strong phrase. I used to do this- it was just a phase. I used to do that- my mind in a haze.
How bout this?
I used to care. I used to give a damn. I used to not pretend to be something I’m not.
Lies Lies Lies.
And they all despise-
They despise the blood, they despise me, people who cared, or were they just blind to see?
Blind to see who I really was. Blind to see what I’ve become. Blind to see what was happening.
Faggot Faggot Faggot.
A stab wound in the night. I wish they left just out of fright.
Ergot, LSD, wish they just weren’t blind to see.