Everyone tells you to be positive
Little do they know you’re living in quicksand...
I feel myself slipping
I feel myself falling...
You spill poetry into your palms
like they're pills of salvation...
Everyday we are hungry
Anytime we go into misery...
The scars are fading
After four months they are almost gone...
Water dribbles past the icy sheath
and pummels sandstone with its shine...
My catastrophe; my faith,
I'm a little lost in this world...
I'm not so scared of pain
I'm more frightened by an ache...
Lately,
Lately I feel stuck...
Her heart was once whole
But now it is broken...
Find me before it's too late
Find me before the blade meets skin...
Some
days I'm...