but the grass looks greener from above.

Do you see
what I see?

Do you see
A friend in
me?

Am I
What you want
me to be?

Am I
enough for you
to be heard
or to be seen?

Is there anything
wrong with me,
if so will you
tell me?

Am I green
or am I grey?

Am I
good enough
for you to stay,
or will you
leave me astray?

These villains in my mind
Are plotting my demise
Thoughts all intertwined
And only filled with lies

They want my life to end
And sometimes so do I
So desperate for a friend
Just to look me in the eye

And tell me that they care
That life is still worth living
So long as they are there

if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.

Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore

613 200 Hours
25 550 Days
13 Cars
11 Jobs
9 Dogs
6 Surgeries
5 Children
4 Grandchildren
3 Marriages
2 Siblings
1 Weary soul.
No regrets.

That is what I am,
Honest, but, I am/