a may poem [supposed to be read aloud]

so tired God of the little things that add up to make life ring in my ears like the screams of far away fears waiting oh waiting for heart and brain to one plus one equals one again always oh always looking over shoulders and asking for directions but my feet still won't move can you point can you call me so i can follow i'm stuck i'm stuck lift my feet but they're too deep in deadness i took too much spirit painkiller i'm numb i'm dumb i'm done i'm gone too far i'm comatose i'm frozen this is worse than the hurt waiting for you to see well i've been standing here a while can you hear me now i need something to go on keep whispering keep whispering it might reach me it might not be too late because i'm so tired of standing here stuck God either just bring me a chair so i can sit down and rest or point somewhere and make me run i can't stand how deadened i feel i can't feel at all but help me trust that this is where you would have be and feeling is second from loving