i think it must be human nature
to feel lonely at your
worst.
to reach out
mad with
grappling claws
at those around you
wanting
needing
out for five minutes
or maybe an hour
or long enough for tea to boil on a stove
choking on your own thoughts
and loosing battles to your demons
but this
is
when
people
turn
away.
because no one wants to love
a mad creature who cannot save itself.
a mirror full of c
ra
ck
s, reflecting the worst of your personality.
a cat who cannot retract its c l a w s
and i think it must be in my nature
to be found wanting
because drinking isn't helping anymore
and i just want a *******
hug
and a hand to go through my hair
because sometimes
being alive is hard
and my mind is too loud
for me