In the arms of a stranger
I was seeking comfort not knowing...
The inkless pen that lays before me now,
Has left it's Mark upon my crumbled page...
That heavy feeling...
As if your chest becomes a vacuum...
I'm still searching,
Beyond those quiet moments...
How,
Can ten delicate fingers...
Changing faces is my need
As my face, people direct read...
Dear Me,
Please take into consideration...
As I sit here in the darkness
I can feel it consuming me...
The smile doesn't reach my eyes
The mask can do much but not add back the faded...
I...
I hurt...
I got a concussion. I'm dying.
Is my leg turning purple? My heart isn't working...
One day, I saw my soul
It was looking like a coal...