A cracked screen protector
But only around the edges
Slowly wearing away towards the middle
A life hanging off the ledges

Two layers, two ways to be easily repaired
The broken glass peels away at your fingers
Lines that run through the images
The thought to replace barely lingers

They say it takes 66 days to form a habit
And anywhere from 18 to 254 to break it

I'm on day 20
And in my head I still call you honey

The world hasn't stopped spinning
And they tell me I'm still winning

Yet my inbox stays empty
While my anxiety is plenty

Maybe I'm just pathetic
While my friends call me neurotic

You can't teach an old dog a new trick
Though at seventeen most lesson stick

Vice
Scurring like mice
Around the ash
That blows away in a flash

Oh little mice where is your home
To where do you roam
Come make a hole in my life
I'll cut space with a knife

For you, to lay
Oh little mouse what did you say
Your whispers tickle my ear
Are you here, near? You fill me with fear

Oh little mouse where did you go
I- i need to know
Oh little mouse what is your name
Oh little mouse would you be tame?

For you I fall to my knees
For you I offer a million pleas
Even when my breath is gone
Even when the night is long

Oh little mouse I hate you so
Yet you're all I seem to know
And you cling on to my pain
Drops on eyelashes in the rain

I burn and yearn and die waiting
My mouth is open teeth grating
Oh little mouse what is your name?
Oh little mouse is this a game?

The water in your body is just visiting

Its making it's way through

And leaking out the eyes

I swear by it it's all true

The breath you take stays

But not for long

It leaves with each laugh and sigh

It's hard to love it wrong

Sound bounces in and out

Remember takes effort or less

And the sounds echoes the skies

And the sound never leaves a mess

I don't know how to be alone with myself
Which is funny because I'm always alone

The snow falls ya mom calls and you bury the bone
While I cry in the mirror because I hate my face

I'm driving there's curves she says slow the pace
Still tractions just fine so I guess we see the next day

The rhyme fails the flows crap and I forgot how to pray
Still I write poetry and hope you'll read it anyways