After my father died

I tried to die too

And I’ve failed myself each time

I know, that makes me terrible at dying

But there is nothing more decaying than

Watching my heart devour itself and give up on me

Watching strength slowly climb down my feet

My own neck, in the hands of my own mind

I am ready again

To cross the bar

I am ready again

To feed condolences into the mouth of tomorrow

And it kills me to know

That if I were the one to die

My father would have crossed the bar

With me