n0t a waste 0f space.

all these things

I'm painted black

and bleeding red

and feeling blue

and living in greys.

I'm going in circles

and seeing stars

and hiding in boxes

with my broken heart.

I'm running away

and drowning inside

looking for purpose

and losing my mind.

I'm all the stones

that hang for life

before the avalanche

comes to block the light.

I'm sorry,

I can't breathe

and I'm dying.