There's a body spinning in the kitchen
at the end of a rope tied to a beam.
All afternoon watching movies.
Today is the 18th, she's gone.
It's been too long. time is no longer with me.
Too much time spent in this place.
And now I am talking nonsense,
life hanging by a thread.
I would like to know about What's the point if no one has ever understood? I've been walking around the house. I found some photos that I hadn't looked at in a while. These Memories break my soul.
If I had found the words
now I wouldn't be alone at home.
Only two exact words,
but I couldn't tell you anything.
 What can I do if I can't do anything
to end something that doesn't end?

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