Sometimes all I can think of is the sinkhole that I learned about in 8th grade.
It destroyed an entire lake and swallowed all of the fish, rocks and even boats on the water.
The thought of it fascinated me.
Until I realized;

There’s a sinkhole inside of me.
It ***** up everything that makes me happy, towing it into the underwater oblivion.
And soon enough, the only thing that’s will be left will mud.
And the demons that cling to my soul like an anchor.

Sometimes all I can think of is the sinkhole that I learned about in 8th grade.
It destroyed an entire lake and swallowing all of the fish, rocks and even boats on the water.
The thought of it fascinated me.
Until I realized;
There’s a sinkhole inside of me.
It ***** up everything that makes me happy, towing it into the underwater oblivion.
And soon enough, the only thing that’s will be left will mud.
And the demons that cling to my soul like an anchor.

I'm trying so hard.
breathing so very deep
biting my lip until it bleeds.
i have to stay strong for mom and dad.
tears are for the weak.

no one wants to tell me anything.
trying to keep me clueless.
I can hear those poison words
twisted in their whispers.

paralyzed in one leg.
blind in one eye.
why would the doctors do that to you?
why are they making me watch you suffer?

you don't have long.
but there's nothing they can do.
the only thing you wanted was to come home.

but i can't cry seeing you suffer here.
crying is for the weak.
and you are strong.

And I held his hands in mine.
To show him I was there.
And I held him close.
Because I felt that if I let go he would fall apart.
And I kissed his cheek.
To try to fix what was so much damaged.
And I tried so hard to make him feel
Wanted to crawl inside his chest and stitch together the wounded heart that rest inside.
He was so fragile.
And words couldn't fix him, nor did I have the right ones to say.
But I knew he was safe,
So words didn't matter.