"I am a
mess."
I read
and
I regress
every breath hits
me in my head
and it's not that I care
even if I do
it's not that I care that
I want you
it's just
noone knows
me but a few
and even then
I don't know myself
maybe you can
save me from
my hell
I want silence
I want peace
this makes my defense
look made of fleece
is it bad I want what is good
but I can never have it
without feeling cold?
drip drip
the faucet says
like me when I'm feeling
so brittle and dead
at 4 am
and the clock rides
a cycle
I wish I had
if I did I wouldn't feel
lost and without cause
