a Departure

To scratched out, for everything
 Night fell on me writing this and I ran out of paper
 So I crossed the name out at the top of the page
 Not sure why I'm even writing this, but I guess it feels right
 It sort of feels like I have to like an exorcism
 I guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright
 Lately, I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices or anything
 Just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't
 And you think too much about death
 Maybe you know what I'm talking about
 Or maybe you would have known? Or had known?
 Is it once knew?
 I don't know what tense to use
 I know I never used to feel like this
 I used to never think of death or hear voices
 I used to feel like everything was perfectly in order, a normal life
 But I guess then came a departure
 That I know you understand or would've understood?
 I guess things changed after that, and I'm mostly scared now
 But it's there in the stories, or whatever they are
 You can see it, anybody could if they could look
 I wrote some notes in the margins explaining it
 The rest is in between lines or in the fine print
 First, the feeling of abandonment, then trying to cope
 Then death and hope and the thing itself, waiting for me
 It's all there in the pages ahead of here
 It's there waiting for you, or for me, I'm not sure
 The whole story (hey)
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 For everything, for everything