it seems as if,
the only care left in the world
is the one misplaced
in hearts and heads,
and misused by hands
that are too busy
holding onto what
held them back
in the first place.

the times i've spent dreaming
are lesser than the nightmares i've lived
the times i've done right
is an abundance compared to the wrong
but somehow the only sense of acknowledgment
I get, comes from the negativity
which leads to the destruction
that is caused by me.

my hands and my head
seem to break more things
than I can manage to keep
and I keep on dreaming
half awake, half sleeping
of the ways I can fix me.

The problem is
my mind is too big
and actions too profound
for only one pair of hands to hold
so i must hold my own
and hope someone else
will help me carry the load.