Words of the wise.
Be present. Live there.
Love your life,
though life's not fair.
Revel
in spontaneity.
Never dwell
on the memories.
Expel sadness and anxiety.
You should be happy.

Well, I'm living here.
I'm living now.
But presently
Im so alone,
always a boken thing.
Constantly on the brink
of this life,
of falling.
Ceaselessly waiting
to disappear.
Feeling so small,
I'd flit away
on the faintest breeze.
Nothing and no one
to hold me down,
or shed a tear.

These days I'm a ghost,
in flesh,
desperate to feel warmth.
Walking through a world
of things so alive.

Well, it happened.
I was once again, a temporary fix
for a yearning soul.
A bandage
discarded after use.
All the promises,
oh the ******* promises,
the sweet words,
the long nights,
moments,
memories,
plans,
I love you's,
were a lie.
And now I stumble
through days with no meaning.
My body
a husk
in agony.
My breath is gone
and I am at the bottom
of the deepest trench,
of the deepest ocean,
drowning in darkness.
As she flys away
singing.
A stranger now.
I must love.

Something I'll never be.
But maybe,
if I sweat enough,
if I bleed enough
you'll see that I care.
If I trust enough,
if I hurt enough,
everything will be fair.
If Im cold enough,
if Im warm enough,
I'll survive your storm.
If Im starved enough,
awake long enough,
your attention wont be torn.
But I'm not enough,
its obvious.
So give me leave to die.
I'm not enough,
just ash and dust,
in darkness let me lie.