Irony.

Holds me tight while the earth sinks.
How I was afraid to crumble,
But the world does around me.

At the end of the rope
It’s all suffocating me.
Deciding to loosen its grip,
Or on the other side, hang from a tree.
It’s suffocating.
Help me.
Set me free.

There’s nothing poetic about how I feel.
There’s no beauty in losing all hope.

I am just another drop in the ocean.
Just another grain of sand.
I need to be treasured.
But neediness is all I am.

How can I be humbled?
Can God see this in comedic fashion?
Can He see
That I’m all alone in this

I’ve seen You in the past
I’ve seen You through the most
But God, oh God
I just can’t see you in this.

I’m stilling holding on to this guilt and shame
Waiting to wash up on shore
And be the cleansing someone else awaits.

At least then I might be useful.

I just want to be valued
I just want to be found.
But like that sand on the beach
I’ll never make a sound.

I’ll just lay down and burn.