Fading.
The setting sun...
I trusted you.
You see, I heard today that you...
..so help me please, for I am lost
I seek a bridge and need to cross...
If you see a flower,
Don't pick it...
If you see me
Weak...
There is only so much I can write
love stories were never my style...
In the dark corner
The silent pipes leak...
You blanket me and refuse to leave
So rude and unwelcome...
Tactility is nearly lost; exploring this wall
this plain white wall where hangers once pierced...
I am exhausted from trying to be stronger than I...
The pain within the silence seems to be all that...
How unsettling it can be,
To listen to those quiet moments...
Here it sits inside of me
Eating at my sanity...