I tried to die at twenty-five Again, not long after That. That is never a fun chapter to read. I don't want to hear it I don't want to quit I pushed too hard And for what? SEE — I really don't have any luck! I don't want to feel I don't want to show Stalled. Appalled. Locked up — alone Eat your words, each one — a stone. I don't want to stay I don't want to go What do you want? Why do I care? What do I do? Who are you, exactly? Who am I, really? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. AH — THERE! Now, I see. I am a seed. I planted. I watered. Hoped to grow. Alas, I'm barely standing in My I Don't Know Shadow.