the salt of the sea
calls to me...
it is time,

it is time,
for re-immersion
it is time,
to revitalize
your winter, wearied soul

come little being.....
be swaddled in my watery folds

be bold,
my little one....
tho the water, may be cold

my friend....
the sun shall
warm your skin
and in my depths
you know you will find,
joys untold.

i take my towel and heed,
the whispers of the waves.

for me....
my summer's soul
to brave, the tang  
and crisp, cool clarity,
to redeem my sanity.

i walk, run, and
dolphin dive past
the breakers,
into the depths
of watered reality.

ill keep a glass of wine next to my bed tonight
i havent eaten much today and it is very bitter
but its taste is sweet compared to the taste of defeat
i feel so defeated
my hair is getting so long and it helps me feel pretty
when i dont even want to look in the mirror
all that stares back at me is a disappointed face
wondering where i've run off to
but i dont know where i am or where ive been lately
ill shake my head no to the thought of finding myself
but that is just my lack of self speaking up
covering my mouth so i can't figure it out
soon enough ill push the hand away and be free.
soon enough ill have the courage to be me.

I have never had this feeling
when i get a text from
i can feel the butterflies come out of their cocoons
me and my tears fall faster than rain
and the butterflies start to strain
there is nothing here for you to gain
but still you "stay"

Give up the fight
Everyday, every night
The voices tell you to run to heights and
Jump.
Tell them to shut up
You're already a **** up

You can't feel your heart anym
It stopped beating.
Realize how badly you lost the war
You stopped meaning.
Sleep, cause you find some bliss
from nightmares in a sea of ignorance

Who am I to complain?
I'm always the starting my own pain.
A few cuts here, maybe punch that wall.
Run around for an hour, hopefully. fall
Dead

I'll never put the blame on another
Loving friends, supporting mother
Yet I feel so ******* alone all the time.
I say I like it, another lie
but who could keep up with how many I've made?
I'm not trying to be saved.
I give up
I surrender to the pain.
Maybe in the end suicide isn't the only gain.