I look up to my father,
as he holds his head in his hands
My lungs don’t fill, my breath hitches.
Someone grabs my shoulder, pulling me away from reality
The floodgates open as I become vulnerable
Crying into the arms of an unknown
A disease that cannot be cured.
He went from lively to barely being able to carry his own sons
He became thin and pale
Sitting in a wheelchair
But he wasn’t afraid to die
Wearing all black, staring into the eyes of a dead man
1 wife, 3 young boys.
They don’t know what’s going on,
They just know that he’s gone
One year later
The youngest boy leaves this earth
No one knowing how, or why.
But that he went to join his father in heaven
They say love stories always have a happy ending
Not this one.
On and on my brain won’t stop.
Voices in my head that’ll make me drop.
Everything pushes me astray.
Reality finally fading away.
To all the screams in my head.
Hope you die and go to bed.
I’m not ok, but you cannot change me.
No one will understand I’m a Banshee.
Killing and ****** flashes in my brain.
I know someone is dying in pain.
Newly found body, sprawled across the ground.
Going to hell? I’ll have the crown.
I want to breathe.
To be able to fill my lungs with air,
without them exploding with a bang.
We live for a breath of fresh air,
gasping so that we can live another day
When our lungs are full, we need to breathe out.
Exhaling out the pain and the past
Our breath is a symbol of moving on
My body craves it, but I don’t want it
Every time I think of it, I sense the bile in my throat
Don’t give in.
“I love the feeling, the burning.”
Can’t you tell? I’ve been raised like this
Indulging in the emptiness
Dead grass comes to life
Flowers bloom in the garden
Due stains the window
Fire and ice ignite
Mustard leaves crunch like my bones
Sunlight smiles in fear
My brain betrayed me
Salt dripping off eyelashes
We’ll be a fine line