And suddenly you see it
as you hit rock bottom,
as you break down
into the smallest, sharpest pieces,
and your existence screams
at an empty room
to be saved
to stay
to live.
No echoes in the dark.
You see the incredible life
that is waiting for you;
that was always waiting
for you
past the veil
of your despair
your vices
your masochistic
self centered
suicidal
disposition.
You choose to be greater
than your fear,
and freedom ensues.

Im the farthest thing
from perfect
but she makes me
want to be.
For her.

Some people are in pieces,
thats just the way they are now.
And sometimes,
each of those pieces
holds the love of a lifetime.
It is beautiful,
unfair, and heartbreaking
at times,
when the pieces are not held
by just one person.

I am seeking escape.
Pop me a pill,
hand me a knife,
pour me a drink,
maybe I'll be fine.
My mind
is a dangerous
and violent place.
I am scraping at the walls
to get out, looking for a bright red
exit sign,
my hands ****** and bruised.
Feeling so used.
Save me from the nothing
that is looming
waiting for me
to come home.

And why should I stay,
in a world where
I will only be given love
when it's bought
with assets and income
or by my ability
to work, protect, and die
for the women and children,
and thus fulfill my purpose,
because I am a man.
Why should I stay
where my life in itself
has no value?
I'd rather leave.

Grandfather mountain,
watching us worry and die.
Insignificance.