Human

Subsequent occasion

It's a plea a reason to leave to reason with the dark parts of your mind your mouth can't keep up with these pretty petty lies you made to hide your mind has stressed to stretch as far as it could to drain out your insides on the tile floor your diligence to live somewhere in your mind is not safe. Don't write off what you did. Don't write off what you did as though it was just a echo of a nightmare feeling sorry for yourself again wish I could see a reason but I can't plea without a place and I know a side to this whole hell but I can't trade back what you did too yourself even if I want to see a side of these lies. I see the pain in your eyes the way you call the light on the floor to watch you bleed out don't take your life again don't take your life from them the people that still seem to care. Care is a lose word a weight upon my shoulders upon those that shall not know the pain of a thousand miles in my mind.  A lie. A whole. A death. A unknown left handed pain. Words of paragraphs of unknown love, a light, of life. Worry sets a broken bed. Death accepts with empty heads. Promises of peace at sunset. The thick haze around the base of your eyes. The haze that empty's out your fears to paper with a pen.  Second chances are overdue