may 4th 2026

The last time I remember doing it. If you know what I mean, Then you know. If you dont this poem isn't for you. That was the last day, I recorded in my notebook. but was it really the last day, Or has everything blurred. The days go slow, because my mind is going so fast. The problems in my head, keep getting worse. I dont know when the last time, I did it was. but there are other things I did but, just not where a mark was left. I cant remember. I mean im really good at shaving, but yet I still cut my self all over. what happened? was i thinking? I dont know. its all a blur. Im so hungry but , I cant eat. my ankles hurt, but I still play. Am I doing it on purpose? So ill stay? I bite my tongue, and pinch my palm. Im slowly losing my friends, my purpose, my energy, my passion, Now that I think about, It wasnt the last day. I dont know when the last day was, but it certainly wasn't that long ago.