Graphs and Charts

Graphs and charts
Beautiful straight lines
Spots of colour between despair and getting by
Flip the numbers score your self
There is no figure to measure to say
I no longer have texture
I can no longer chew through myself
I am a mathematical plane I do not understand
Have no reason to understand
Have no desire to claim back
My arms my face my neck
They are my depth and texture
They are the graphs and charts
They stay tucked in my sleeves
Rammed in my pockets
Despaired
Ignored
Knocked bruised and buried
A death-barrel roll with no resolution
No surrender
No flames just heat
Lack of breath but no rest
Pains aches and black veins
Chaotic nests of waste years and emptiness
No one holds my arms
Holds me in their arms
I am as cold as a line on a mathematical plane
An equation abandoned on a page
A solution must be there
All numbers have resolution
But I am untouchable
An equation abandoned on a page
As cold as a line on a mathematical plane