My mind

Random freestyle poem numero uno

((i wrote it during the week and it's crap so have fun reading it))

he tried crying

but the godforsaken cure

would not let his tears

carve trenches in his cheeks

like he so badly needed them to

He was so confused

head spinning, no certainty,

one day happy,

the other sad.

people doubt him, he can tell. 

he even doubts himself

his old comforts 

aren't comforts anymore

and the only thng

left to do

was write 

with his own blood

drawn from his wrist

instead of the tears

from his eyes.

his beloved ones

also hurt him

and him hurting

hurts them

so he must try 

with all his might

to keep a smile on his face

if the godforsaken cure

doesn't glue one on

first.

he's second guessing

what he has believed

his whole life

and his mind

changes like seconds

counting down the dayse

till he breaks. 

it would be so much easier

to write with tears 

instead of blood

if only he could cry.

he needs a good balance

a good steady foundation

with mostly level emotions

but he is a swaying

stone structure

with random things

happening to it

and it's only a matter of time

before he falls.

somebody

catch 

me

before

i

fall