Sunday, December 23, 2012

Slit my wrists, slide from these shackles, free my heart. I'm trying to grasp clutches of air that can't be grasped, to walk on clouds that can't sustain my weight. I am not light enough to float anymore. I'm sinking deeper and deeper into a puddle of hate for my own being. I'm not helping myself nor those around me, so why am I of substance.