Pink and purple skies
every breath feels too tight.
The last thing I ever wanted
was to say goodbye.
It doesn’t feel right.

I’m starting to feel
like a bruise again.
Every move hurts.
In public, I don’t want
to be seen.
And the sun has become
too bright for me.

Clear thinking feels
like a distant memory
gone so fast,
will it ever come back?

I’m forcing myself
to see my purpose
in a world
that doesn’t have any.

Dreaming of being had,
even if only by one.
I promise,
that would be plenty.