I hate for I was deceived
You hate for I am weak
Others hate for they do not understand
In-between the breathes of panic
While blood trickles to my fingers tips
The only hate that I know
Is the one for my myself
Stuck in the thick that drags me under
I struggle for breathes, grasping for the surface
The runner appears beyond the drowned
Do you see me?
A sense of familiarity blankets my surroundings
Yet it is shrouded with insecurity
The runner stops to peer into the abyss
Can you help me?
I reach to where the moon and stars used to be
Your conflicted face reduces to fear
Only hesitating before fleeing
Where are you going?
I sink deeper than before
As the runner abandons the gloom
A stream of tears left next to your footsteps
Why are you crying?
Now I am consumed
Now I am alone
And now I am tired
Why did you leave?
The runner suffers just as much. They do not want to runaway, but it is in their nature.
Why do I fear losing when I’ve already lost
Why do I fear hate when I’m already hated
Why do I fear the scars when I’m already bleeding
Why do I fear death when it is already upon me
My skin has become a tic-tac-toe board swarming with X’s
Fresh scars etched as new spaces are uncovered
I am running out of room
I am running out of time
In the seasons
I sat lonely
I learned what souls
to call my friend,
some did blossom
some did end.
Friends are like flowers.