It's dark out
and it seems...
Nice things always
break...
Breathing in, feeling something,
Not sure its the greatest notion...
I found her...
Where most would probably flee...
I can remember blowing dandelion seeds
Out into the wild and wishing them free...
I was healing
17 days clean...
I’m going to jump into the lake
I’m going to smile on the way down...
Sometimes I feel hopeless,
it's so hard to focus with this diagnosis...
I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...
The flowers are returning to its former glory,
As the birds are singing at the top of their...
If I could somehow be just
a little less harmful...
Spent so long just trying to survive
Forgot there’s more to life than staying alive...