What do you do when you can’t handle yourself anymore?

Lying in this bed won’t save you. The blankets and pillows you surround yourself with won’t save you.

Every single tear that falls without permission staining your favorite pillowcase dark blue, won’t save you.

I’ve lost my grip on my own mentality. I was like the giant Greek temples that never crumbled. I had time tested supports that up until now, never faltered.

I can’t keep holding myself together with crumbling rocks. I need to find a way to put myself back together again.

I don’t know who or what I am looking for to save me. I guess I always have been searching for someone to come in a sweep me away and save me from my own head. I made myself think that each one of you could save me. Now I know that you won’t save me.

I swept you all away like the tides that move in on the beaches at night. I pushed and pulled the rest of you into the sea. My tide pools are few and far between. I run to them like life boats. But we all know that even life boats deflate over time.

You won’t save me. I can’t save me. It’s only a matter of time until I pull myself down.

Lets see how this ends.