the few hour fall isnt long enough.

"i am a constant wreck, death is soothing."
this is the highest point i've fallen from and i got myself here.
with my arms folded and tied, mouth sewn shut,
no calls for help, i'm fucked.
all that is left of me...
will be a memory of what heart is.


bring in my brightened heart, to all.
give them my brightened heart, for all.

left turn to rock bottom.

these ribs pierced through my skin,
fractured body, as a whole.
started at one and since i've been counting
i remember when i wasnt so destructive,
and now everything i touch or has to do with the words i say,
ends up with the most sour taste.

present this hope in front of me,
in the palm of your hand..
i'll try to keep my mouth shut...success
while i speak, water runs starting at the bottom...
of my weak, heart seperated lungs.

started with someone, and since i've been counting.

the way up from rock bottom.

where was i when this promise was made?
i fell off?
no arms extended, no sympathy granted,
more like chaos had it's way with my body.
i was tearing my own chest open every night.
i've been trying to breathe in a new day for some time now,
and i need to learn to let go.
i'll start by wiping the spit from my bottom lip with the top of my wrist.
(god grant me strength...)