shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined

I
Am
Not
Okay
'Cause
They're
Going to
Find a way
To capture
Us both and i
Will have to
Run away to
A special
Setting
That is
Just a
Land
All
In
I
.

After lengthy days of torment and grief
Braving the cold, remained the last leaf
Feeling the slightest breeze
She slowly danced with grace and ease
Like a ballerina driven by the sound of her heartbeat
She made her final dance
And with her gorgeous golden autumn wings
She’s now ready for winter’s frigid embrace

In the silence of the night, my eyelids close,  
Yet shadows creep and in darkness, they impose.  
Dreams shift like smoke, a haunting parade,  
Whispers of the past in memories replayed.  

You slip through my fingers, a phantom in the night,  
A flicker of hope lost in the fading light.  
I reach for your essence, but you drift away,  
A wisp of nostalgia, just beyond the fray.  

Tears fall like rain, a storm in my soul,  
Anger and sorrow take their toll.  
With you by my side, I could find a way,  
To trust in a world that led me astray.  

But here in this darkness, I'm left all alone,  
A heart full of longing, a mind overthrown.  
If only you'd linger, if only you'd stay,  
Together we’d face the dawn of a new day.

For it was not anger but sorrow—
At the Abandonment—laid bare—
The dandelion—blown to pieces—
Wishes scattered—everywhere.

She could hear their Thoughts—their Fears—
A chorus—soft—yet sharp—
She wished to hide inside herself—
A hollow—without a harp.

Self-medication’s quiet needle—
Addiction’s velvet glove—
She yearned for Home—but found illusion—
A mirage—far from Love.

She stared into the blank horizon—
Falling—farther still—
A call for asylum—ghostly scribes—
No cure for her ill will.

They stopped questioning the Overdose—
What happens—must occur—
We take precautions—but in the end—
The void—we will still endure.

He lied—his promises dissolving—
No Trust resides in Truth—
Sabotaged—her fragile Being—
An existence—gone uncouth.

The grace of a lone sparrow falters—
Circles—spiraling near—
Yet never reaching—centers hollow—