You know you are dying*

when

music no longer brings you joy

sunsets dont make you smile

you give no thought to a rainbow

and pushing yourself isn't worthwhile

when

a survivor's beautiful story

doesn't make you cry

and nothing comes out of your mouth

but lies

when

your tears are redder than your eyes

you scream so loud but no one hears

and you could fill the deepest pit

with half of all your fears

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Lord
i have
a thousand
words to say
only
you can tell me
the
sweet words
to pray
so i can heal
this time
to be
a better
man today
Lord
everything
will be okay