I am months into a pry,
I start wanting to die,
For the depth of my concern is too fierce,
the wearing cuffs on my heart now deeply pierce.
The sun as I know it and the sky below it,
Put out like water on a flame and i submit.
To the truth I've been thinking,
And my patience is shrinking.
There is no light now,
Yet i can see my thoughts somehow.
Spewing from my brain they wanted to leave up and away like a cloud of smoke,
The words came out but from my tongue they fell and broke.
They told me what i wanted without me knowing it,
My pounding heart and churning stomach they hit.
My face is a lake and I can't seem to find my breath,
My inner self hides from my body in fear of death.
But doing so it only opens room to fall apart.
Room to lose control, for my soul to depart.
I may find myself hours later on the floor,
Lost and completely gone to my very core.
I shouldn't have opened my heart and pried,
Because now my brain wishes it would have died.
