The Game

You are obliged to speak

For them

Talk to them

Be there for them

You must live

For them

Because you can’t possibly live for yourself

I don’t speak

Unless spoken to

I don’t breathe

Unless punched in the gut

I don’t live

Unless there is death

This is perfect

For them, you must stay still

For yourself, you must move on

For them, you live

For you, they die

This is a game

I’m done

I’m so fucking done