I

by 7

I get tired
I lose hope
My glass of water pours out
My glass of water

Breaks
like I break apart when
you ask me what was wrong

I break apart ’cause I

Cannot crumple my
torn emotions like
a paper
to keep away for good

I cannot
any longer

Any further
Anyhow I wanted to

I feel sick
I feel disoriented
but
I must

Drown
the feelings I forcefully
keep intact and

Maybe
I need to flush them out
now
that I found light

So light I might be flying

I have to keep up
Chin up
Get my hopes up

Once more because
some times

I get lost
I get stuck
I found myself
I freed myself
But some

Other times
I

I found myself

Needing you—
to find me.

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