Two tiny people
Two tiny people hold me together
Two tiny people help me think I can do this forever
Two tiny people hold my hands for a while
Two tiny people help me to smile
Two tiny people giggle upstairs
Two tiny people laugh without a care
And here I sit, thinking I should just quit because I’ll ruin it…
Two tiny people come running to hug me and I know that at least
Two tiny people love me…
He crumpled the note in his fist, while wiping away his tears.
“Hello, prevention hotline…”said a soft voice from his cell phone as it fell from his other hand to the floor.
“Hello?” It said again as he walked away. Opening his balcony door the cold night air greeted him as an old friend.
As he fell with the snowflakes he finally smiled, he wasn’t sorry any more.
She closed her eyes and opened her mind
And soared like never before so light and free
Soon though reality would coming knocking
Her eyes would open and her mind would close and everything would go back as it was before she saw herself soar….
Reality, such a bore.
For reality is always repeating history where as dreams and fantasies are worth living for…
Excuse format and punctuation, everything I have been posting is from my phone due to lack of internet. Yes it is awful.
Terrified to lean on others and yet
Ritualistic to the point of no control
Unknowingly undulating from one to another
Self-sacrificial suicide if broken
Time, once gone can never be undone
Black lives matter but can’t you see not my skin but me.
I keep being reminded of my ancestry but that’s not me, can’t you see.
Can’t you see that I am me and not what’s on tv.
All lives matter even yours there is no score only humanity.
All lives matter yours and mine so please
Undead the line.