space to fill

bare limbs rustling in the breeze
misophonia looks like temper as
knives scrape the inside of my skull
no one sees it

	...it's not happening

there were days I thought I could make this stop
I wrote goodbye notes to myself
to find some peace
a bow tied on a merciful ending

but it's not coming together for me
more thin air and dichotomies
to not want them to suffer
I burn a souring eulogy