On the blank pages I
write,
trying to understand why my heart feels so
contrite.
Staring off into the distance,
shutting off thoughts to which I don't want to
listen.
Pain and sorrow etched in so deep
we have become One.
I've always had hope,
but sometimes it feels like I've lost.
Like I've lost Me.
Who is Me? Why is it Me? What do I get from this? Where will it lead? When will it End?
Endless questions.
They're all devoid of answers.
Will someone just hand me a **** lifeline already?
Everytime I feel like I'm drowning.
I am.
I AM DROWNING!
or am I learning to breathe underwater?
Only time will tell.

Time takes too long.