Do Not Talk, Do Not Trust, and Do Not Feel ~ Friday, March 13, 2026

In hindsight, I remember, I was wrong
not that it matters to anyone else

high school was tumultuous for many
if I made mistakes, I am sorry but
nobody cares for late apologies
despite the fact, we were only children
sharing a brief moment all together
in four years, nobody cared about school
given most of us were in our first year
how lost I became from choices I made
the ability to cope from childhood

I never had a chance to learn to grow

realizing that I was stuck was hard
everyone could see it was difficult
maybe my brain was warped from all the drugs
each time, I look back at connections missed
missing out on the deeper relations
buried deep in my memory, sorrow
effects the way I perceive this moment
realizing that all events connect

I had no way to trust my own feelings

worthlessness embodied my state of mind
as an adolescent in a punk band
say less, I guess the facts speak for themselves

wrong turns, decisions made, people I hurt
really, others move on, and lose interest
only a few understand, they get it
not just now, in hindsight, but then, as kids
given my friends, I'd say, I am lucky

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