Persistance

I try

I fail 

I try once more

I fail again

And then that’s it

I’m done. 

There is a line between

Annoying persistance 

And intelligence

If you fall 7 times

I would like to know

Why you didn’t figure out

How to not trip 

In the first place? 

Lost

I am

Dead

Nothing

Screaming

Scared

Scared

Scared

Confused. 

Bomb

My heart is an explosive

Filled with volatile emotion

And dynamic feeling

My mind is bogged down with obsession

Over things that lack my control

Materials I don’t really need

My solar plexus is like the tide

Shifting and changing with the moon

But never steady or calm

It’s not that I’m dead inside

That’s not why I lack a reaction

It’s because my body 

Has turned itself into

A Bomb. 

Point

At some point

Something has to give

The floor

The walls

The ceiling

The Earth 

Sanity

I’m starting to see why

Sanity is the first to go

I’m also starting to understand

Why people tear shit apart

When they’ve reached their

Breaking point 

Fray

Just hang on...

...a little bit more

...a little harder

...a little stronger

Keep going

Don’t quit yet

There’s too much left...

But how many endless days

Can I repeat these lines

To myself

Before the knot I’ve tied

Begins to fray

Before my hands

Begin to tremble

Before the tide rushing over my face

Never ebbs

How much longer

Does it have to be

This difficult

Before I give up?

Misspoken

I misstep

Misspeak 

Miss you 

I inhale

Intuit

In you 

I exhale

Exchange

Express you 

I am shit

This is shit

Complete shit