I'll wait for it.
The tips of my toes just barely skimming the sand.
I'll keep breathing,
When my eyes sting and my hair floats around my hands.
I'll watch it,
When the blue glitters and turns to foamy white
I want to feel it,
The aching need for something, anything, dark or light.
Let me feel it.
Let me feel life.

Anger, hatred, sadness
It runs through my veins
I need to break the stream
I need to bleedbleedbleed  
But it doesn't save me
My own blood runs down the shower drain.
I'm spiralling. I know that.
But I don't want to stop.
I realise now,
I don't want to survive.
So, I'm letting go of solid ground.
Darkness, pull me down.

You care and fuss until its inconvenient.

...I cant move...

Stop pushing me before I crumble,
or you'll come down too.

A veil over my eyes, I see nothing of value, only still forms and silent shells of forgotten life.

I should burn my world to ashes for trees to take root in.