If I have a heart made of gold
Then why is it not valued
Sinking deep into depression
Too much for these Valiums
My eyes hang heavy
My energy is low
I feel like I’m not ready
But at the same time I’m ready to go
…Besides, in time no one will know
I let go of the wheel for a minute
…didn’t realize I was holding my breath
Beginnings and endings.
Once upon a dream
Cycles exist in all aspects of life
We begin where we end
They are one in the same
Poetic justice. 🖤
Don’t leaveI feel you slipping away from me
You close your eyes and I can’t see
If you’re still here with me
You were the only clarity in this complicated world
Only sanity I found in you girl
Only sane away from the mundane
I need you
I need you
I was you.
TodayI saved a life
And normally when I would be writing about mine
And to think I almost thought nothing of it
And to think you almost died acting on suicide you’ve done it
I would never forgive myself because of it
Your words slipping slurring
Text messages triply words are blurring
Suicidal ideation re occurring
Trying to be gone in such a hurry
I just want to take away all your worries
No regrets because you’re for me
No societal expectations
I’d be mourning if you weren’t here in the morning
Not all bruises can be seen
Last night I dreamed that my engine was out of oil, only to find that when I went to fill the engine, it overflowed with oil.
I guess in life this resonates because we may think something’s not there just because we lose sight of it; and when we go to fix it, ironically, we break it because that resource was already in abundance.
Is the glass that is unseen half empty or half full, or does it not exist simply because we can’t rely on faith that it’s there.
It’s all about perspective.