Not

When two worlds converge

Find me in the middle

Drowned beneath the bridge

Floating in the thoughts that will have gotten to my brain

Which by then you’ll know I couldn’t change

‘Cause my skin ran out of time

Just like feelings change lanes

On the roads with no lights

‘Cause my light will have faded

And you’ll wish you hadn’t hesitated

To provoke the feelings of pain

After you’ve been sedated

Which are the feelings you want

After you become the one who never waited

And thought that life was better

If you never wasted a single moment

Of minutes or hours

If it meant spending less time being stuck

In a shower of doubts

That come with an edge and a blade

That never taste what they cut

Though they cut and they maim

The part of me that drowned and died in the drain

Which I hate that I hope

Was the part that never lied

To the part that always tried

To understand the part that didn’t know

I didn’t need to be crucified.

-Owen M. Whiting N. O. T.