this poem will remain unfinished, along with all of the rest
i'm too sad to gather the words to properly convey that i'm depressed.
i fear i can't starve it off with pretty words any longer,
i'm failing to hold it at bay, even with all the metaphors i conjure.
i should have followed my faulty plans rather than thinking it through
and then maybe i'd have found a way to be able to rid myself of you
so that the bitterness can seep into the space which you once occupied...