these stomach pains created by of my lack of faith in the hollow part of my chest make me feel so weak.
when your hand moves across me like wind through the trees the clouds move slow, white, like my cracking bones.
im not safe here at all
only with you, understanding when i say that im lost. for once id like to feel comfort in arms other than yours. maybe my own so that i don't wish i was gone.
my heads filled with thoughts
that i can’t ignore. (now) the time that it takes for me to find a place
where ill be alone
is making it so hard
to finally realize that its all my fault. (now) im grabbing at my only chance to be strong but how
will you make me see these thoughts i have embodied in myself?