Breath
I never said I wanted to die
Just that I didn't care
If I were alive

And if asking for help
Was easier than giving up
Then maybe
I wouldn't feel so stuck

I'm trying;
I am trying
But this is not living
I am dying

My heart is my mind's puppet
Bodies being pulled apart little
The strings are hurting
This is brutal

Listen when I say;
I never said I didn't wanted to be alive
Just that I did not care
If I died

Shell of her.

Broken promises
And false visions of love
Wrote her
And all she saw were empty pages

Yet her tears
Filled every book
Emptiness
As she lifted the velvet cover