01-09-2020

What really is the point in the crazy life?
Why am I so afraid to be someone’s wife?
Why can’t I ever get my head on straight?
Was everyone lying when they said being alive is so great?
All I ask is for one day of grace;
Instead I feel like a huge fucking waste of space.
What is my gift to give to share with all?
Surely, no one will find it buried beneath this wall.
This fortress I’ve made to feel safe,
Yet in this space I lay to wilt and waste.
If tears could cure my every pain
Then in the mirror I’d not look with such disdain.
I lay my head to rest each night
Hoping tomorrow will dawn with a brighter light.
For now, in the tub my blood runs red,
In high hopes this pain helps to clears my head.