A Medley Of Messages

F R E E F A L L I N G

I've fallen.

I've become dependent,

addicted,

and needy.

I'm a lost boy,

looking for something to hold onto.

I thought that something was you,

but I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

I'm free falling,

reaching out for anything to grab onto.

Anything to keep me from crashing.

From breaking down.

I'm alone.

A lonely rose in a desert of ashes,

craving for water.

For attention.

For love,

and affection.

But,

instead of water i'm greeted with fire.

A blazing flame,

hellbent on burning me.

On hurting me.

I need a remedy to extinguish the flames.

I need a love so pure it'll heal my open wounds.

Gashes and cuts seeping deep,

burrowing into my soul,

craving a remedy.

But,

instead of a remedy,

I found you.

A drug.

A knife.

A sea of quicksand.

A user,

turning me into something indistinguishable.

Something,

unrecognizable.

I love so deep,

so wide.

You don't love at all.

It's "not your thing".

What you don't realize is,

I need it to be your thing.

I need you to need me.

To want me.

To hold me close,

and tight like your life depends on it,

because what you don't realize is,

my life does.

I need you to keep me close so I don't fall into oblivion,

because currently I'm free falling.

Free falling into a pit so dark and dangerous,

I don't think I'll ever come back from it.