an overwhelmed advocate without any advocates of their own
slowly dying in your monitors & phones
even if I’m known of for years & years.. you’ll never want to actually to know me
desperately desiring the opposite of only being figments of a full featured friend
trying with all tenacity to just purr & vibe for everyone even though this pain is another forever
ending up whimpering off camera while I embed into myself how unnecessary any relevance is
a digital forest reduced to compartmentalized heart-to-heart stumps
kept dull in the lives of others for a reason
never cuddled & only culled after so many seasons
cherishing if I were ever shining for you at some point
please tell me anything whimsical
pleading for distance from preoccupation with distress
convinced that emotional intelligence developed evasion just for me
in agony but proud to type, “I’m not a lost cause”
typing it again because I don’t want to seem completely destitute to you
I’m not a lost cause
motions that must be gone through
thank you for not removing me even though it would be easy
the safety for the imperfect that you implement won’t be wasted
keeping the kaput attitude in the art
you’re reading bared soul bleeding
collecting any help to stay intact
my stories are worth seeing
and you deserve soaring
only becoming answer adjacent by way of pouring what are hopefully patterns that can be applied as intel
can’t keep dwelling
can’t keep dwelling
can’t keep dwelling
can’t keep dwelling
can’t keep dwelling
can’t keep dwelling
can’t keep dwelling
let’s dwell on dwelling together
or just spell out having a silly hangout
meaningful beings being missed
promising how bad you would all be missed
“feel free to mention my endeavors for the sake of pulling the levers of therapy”
attempting to earn this epitaph ceaselessly
because I won’t be able to keep swinging like this
sticking out the declines for as many encounters as possible
even if the awfulness of suicide takes me away from us, you will always be worth encountering
direct message remarks will be in low amounts
but I know the real ones recognize these cries for help
developing stamina for suffering is tough without spare time
thanks for affording me any space in your mind
I’ll be donning another headache generated by weeping now
wondering if I’ll appear in anyone’s dreams
unable to wander away from my own nightmares
I have to stop writing to attempt sleeping
melting down for the hours & hours it took to create this poem is probably all I’m good for at this point
preparing & preserving as a goal for a fading life
— AECK 2023