Morbid topics: writing on them,
Forcing what I am on paper.
Learning silence, finding words,
When less is more, much safer.
Poorly stated, why I'm writing
Is because I can't contain it.
Lost in space, I'm here, fighting,
Explaining I'm not dangerous.
My soul is lost but not far gone,
Crossing lines, without shame,
Knowing it won't leave for long;
No escape, I take the blame.
The more I think the more I lie,
Thinking life can be deciphered.
Vagueness is life's calling card.
Faith has left me falling hard.
Mental illness is a maze.
If you knew what I believe,
Your head would ache at least.
I have food for thought, a feast.
Eat before it spoils quick,
Cooling down the heat of stress.
Gorging on the air you breathe.
Life is less than what you think.
Tasteless and it makes no mess,
The breadths I breath, my chest
The love I have is way too deep
My heart, swallowed, as it sinks
To sum it up, I'm ready now.
I'm not scared of what's in store
Please don't pain me more;
I'll spiral, heading too far down.
