I am taking days for myself, alone.
I am searching again, for home.
I am feet deep, in black.
I am knee deep, trapped…
In loneliness and misunderstanding.
I am close to allowing my scars to being re-damaged.
I promised to not write you, to stay consistent.
But I miss your heart and willingness to listen.
I need something, I don’t even know what.
My mind hurts and I am stuck.
I can’t stay here, I need to express.
Moving through the darkness, moving through it, and mixing myself in it.
Letting them out.
Lord knows I am not foolish.
But there is darkness, that I must let out.
I am saddened and worried, frustrated and hurried.
Lord knows I’ve been blessed, but I can not afford too many and if not any mistakes.
Suicidal thoughts, drowning in this lake.
Some call it demons, but I take from them and see it for what it is.
I don’t want to be here, and I rather be dead.