you talk to me as if suicide isn't an option
as if I haven't cut myself six million and one times
there are only so many ways to count to death
dreams
can only be ****** for so long
I felt the first crack
the day
you called me
a mistake
to think
I mistook you for a parent
but you never learned to bare your heart
just gnashing fists and clenched teeth
love
has always had gaps to escape through
you just didn't let it
but before I get to note's end
I want you to know
that I love you
that I speak it every night into the
s n e
l e
i c
like a prayer
that I pray that someday it will be enough
to put cracks in this reality
depression is not the only thing I drown in
under all the blue
I am gushing with red
it's just sometimes I forget I'm breathing
I guess what I'm saying is
**Eventually...
I will flood
but I'm holding off as long as I can
~it would be nice if you at least tried to help~
Not about me ...written in response to one of my student's poems