weakening

my rain, my eyes

weak body, weak mind

if you’re living, consider yourself

the lucky one

i’m always drowning

in a room full of glass

i’m forever screaming

but they are speaking over me

wasted time, i wonder how much

longer i can pretend

a captive bird that happens

to be your favourite pet

but i am delusional, a mess

deep down i know it’s all piling up

suffocating my own body

and the people i ever loved

i’m sorry for being here

a flower no matter how beautiful

will wither and die

i only wish this time i remembered it.

t.l.