Scars and Stories { poetry }

maybe, maybe

— maybe, maybe (what if)

wake in cold sweat,
dreams blurring reality.
thinking, how could i let
you control my life?

maybe i'm feeling a little depressed,
well it's hard when all these thoughts
are compressed
into one girl.

fighting these lonely wars,
the battlefield riddled with lies
and these scars
leave me breathless each time.

maybe i spend
a little too much time thinking,
trying to lend
my hand to every person who trips.

his voice is like silk
soft against my burdens,
and i start to wilt
with each hesitation.

maybe i've fallen too hard
and now i'm paying the price.
these broken shards
tempting to break my skin.

i'll admit
i've been drinking a little too much,
and now it's starting to hit
each time a little worse.

maybe i like to remember the pain
i put myself through every night
and relive the shame
of facing those demons.

slowly these dreams
are going to make me lose my mind,
and i'm starting to lean
a little more on daydreams.

maybe each moment asleep
let's me feel a little more alive,
until reality creeps
back into my broken mind.

tumbling down further
and further into sadness
mother, father
give me mercy.

maybe sometimes i wish
i could've have done it
how much could i be missed
if all i am is a burden?