On cloud nine
But mine
was a cumulonimbus

Thought all was fine
Till I was hit with
Precision and quickness

stuck with this
Festering sickness
I wanna die alone
no witness

Spider web mirror
Psyche
Lost so many pieces already
Each piece I did pick, pricked
****** finger tips, slit
Weakened grip
‘Don’t let go’ voice in my head
As I wallow in bed
Wish I could run away instead