You are your own footsteps:
The more you take,
The more you leave behind.

Its okay not to be okay, okay.

in moments

where now transcends
inner *******

and we tremble
with life

to be corona flares

just
see me

that makes
me glow

and your reflection
visible

on the darkest of nights

My friends don't care
They leave me here to bleed
I cry when I get home
And bleed myself to sleep

The darkness will sing,
"Honey don't cry,
Cut your wrists, close your eyes
And dream of broken butterflies"

I'm an artist with a masterpiece
My inspiration comes in rushed
So my wrist becomes my canvas
And my razor becomes my brush