For me,
Days don’t exist.
They blur
Into long stretches of time instead:
Boring
Not boring
Happy
Sad
Painful
Monotonous
Angry.
I don’t measure time in days
Or months
Or even years.
Time for me
Is measured in emotion.

Why do I live with my sorrow and pain....
Why do I cry when time slows down....
Why do I cut when I am low in self esteem....
Why do I see death around every corner....
Why do I watch elders wither away and wish I could too....
Why do I panic when I am alone....
Why do I stare at the moon while it looks at me....
Why do I stop before I jump....
Why do I do anything if it going to end up a mistake....
Why do I have to be me....
Why....
Just why....

I will take it
one
step
at
a time
If I have to wait,
Wait I will

Patience
The word is easy to say
But hard to master

I pray for patience
But then turn around
and wonder why
I haven’t received
My reward

I want it now
But am I ready?

I will not let the world
Make me bitter

No matter what happens
I will try to spread
Kindness

Not because the world
deserves it
But because it needs it

I am sorry
If I hurt you

I was trying to protect you
And me
And ended up hurting
Us both

I feel like a
Lost compass
Spinning out of control
Not knowing where
True north is

Everything seems gray
Like tasteless
Zero motivation
To move or to do anything

Why do I feel this?
Why so tired and disoriented?

NO. But he'll always remain
A special person to me
'cause I
Loved him once.

A little work
will make a difference.
Don't hesitate to
make a change.