I could disintegrate with a gust of wind.
My bones and body feel brittle and hollow...
In the shadows I dwell,
Heartache I embrace...
The wind swirls around me,
Leaves raining down while the cyclone whispers...
It first started when in school
With her results from a test...
In the deep expanse of a boundless sea,
A jellyfish swam, lost in misery...
I feel like I want to write about
Someone who hates her own skin...
Silence overtakes a space once filled with...
Regret and fear now replace carefree laughter...
Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...
Sometimes we stay up at night
And hope that things will be alright...
There will be no one
There when I die...
I was born on the stage
The light was so bright...
Pack a bag of essentials,
a bottle of water, a whistle...