when you wish an earthquake would pave way for rubble to make you a cradle until the gravestone can be placed,
when you wish an airplane would crash into your window and pin your heart and heaviness away,
when youre breathing to hang on to life, yet want to give it away
when you can hear your lungs fill and deflate, making you feel like youre going to cave in
when you feel the noise around you is slowly going to pluck every braincell out of your head and not let them regenerate
when the music next to your bed is the only thing keeping you sane when footsteps make your heart race when clawing at your legs keeps the screams at bay when making another mark of metal seems too far away
when youre just yelling for the sun to go away because the sun makes people stay awake with noise grenades flying here and there it’s chaotic and a vortex of despair
am i being selfish
because noise grenades are borne by people trying to live another day while im here in my bed under blankets