There's a fine line between
The people you understand
And those you have a crush on,
You only know one of them loves you back.

If dead flesh disintegrates
Then why am I still here
Why do I still wait
When no part of me
Ever worked in the first place

The tide takes troubled tumbles
Through the times that tell timely tales
Of other old oceans
Or ordeals of older objects
Before bubbling brooks
Broke before broken beings.

It's a blur;

Fifteen years of spiraled thoughts
Multiple strands of DNA
Some have been destroyed,
Others grew stronger
But the present is where the remnants lay.

Only when you're dead
You'll understand that you've been
Wounded all along

Up to ten I hadn't known life
I hadn't known love
I hadn't breathed
And then the seas rolled in
As if I were just to learn to swim.

My parents split.
I wasn't able to explain what I felt
I didn't know what I felt
I had become numb to
The feelings I used to have.

A few years passed.
Depression isn't just for drama
It's from the stress I've endured
When someone else could have been in my place,
They wouldn't be able to feel.

I struggle to think life
Could be served on a lukewarm plate
With a side of joy
When my dish is raw; cold
And the only side is lies.

Illness kills many
It's taken my life as well
But I'm still breathing