i can see that
your not okay.
i can see you're struggling
through everyday
fighting every breathe that climbs into your lungs,
wanting to die
your sadness is like a loose thread on your favourite jersey
you cant help but pull,
watch yourself unravel, waiting for some crooked smile
to knit you back together
you cover your wrists
and hide your bleeding nails
the haunted look in your eyes like an empty house
full of forgotteness, you smell of rain
i watch you reach out to trail your hands along walls,
press your palms to buildings,
like your making them remember you,
encase you don't come back
your hair like a curtain of night enveloping a forgotten star,
curls around your face,
you walk along the edge of side walks with your eyes closed, lips slightly parted
as you count in your head
you smell of rain.
