Searching for the perfect words
     The perfect poem
     The perfect song
But nothing's perfect
               everything's wrong
In the end all I can say is this -
                           I am empty.

SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
   I'm slipping
Save me from myself
   I'm tipping
      Over the edge
     Into the fire
(if I tell you I'm fine you can call me a liar)

I wanted
the hardest decision of my day
to be -
right or left?

You are woven
Into everything I do
So much
That I am afraid to start pulling threads out
For fear my entire being will just
                                                     disappear.
I am unraveling.