dead

he's dead ok.
don't call or msg or talk
i'm sick of your face
i'm tired of the mirrors
and the sun today
very boring, very dreary
too much travelling
not enough air
in my lungs from all that
smoking, the roads
are dirty, my clothes don't fit,
i'm stared at by people passing
by, i don't enjoy it,
and yes, he died yesterday,the funeral is today
and i'm not going.