I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...
Every night I lie in this bed crying my eyes till...
I now realize I am not capable of this life...
Tears of rage stroll down my cheeks.I can't be...
This feels costly, I'm so very low. its better to...
With every breath I'm falling faster
this life of mine is such a disaster...
I feel so alone
in this world of my own...
Why do I crave the tragic?
That something bad falls through...
Do not ask me to live.
You alone...
To the dead butterfly that lays its patterns
Towards the ceiling outside my bedroom...
Fingers stretched with
drowning strength...
He Rushes away from the lifeless body,
Eyes red and full of terror...
There isn't much I can do
But wrinkle my face...
Jason Ellis
I can't do you justice in reason or rhyme...