A rainbow sky,
From violet,
And marigold,
To tourmaline hues,
A golden moon,
With streetlight stars

How can I turn it all off,
Witout giving up?

It's the weight,
Of gravity,
On my empty frame,
The way the world,
Blurs into black,
Even though my eyes,
Are wide open,
It's the stillness,
Of my reflection,
Though I'm still breathing,
This is why,
I'm bleeding

It's not my perception,
I still see everything,
Through the same black haze,
It's everything else,
The things I cannot change,
That pull me deeper,
Into suffocation,

I'm not giving up,
But I'm not fighting,
Anymore

What is a day,
To the dead?

Emptiness,
With pain,
Laced around the edges,
Becomes my destruction,
In the midst,
Of this confusion,
A delicate state,
On the borders,
Of dead and dying

Have you ever,
Needed someone,
Like oxygen,
He was oxygen,
To me,
But he left me,
Broken and empty,
He turned,
And let me bleed