I
am half-built...
Today I am empty
all I hold is...
Chest tightening
Heart pounding...
People don't understand why
One would mark themselves...
if
I had to...
What is it
I'm afraid you'll see...
Years have gone by.
And life is good...
The waking fears pass the hour,
cloaked in their scarlet haze...
Red, my favourite
Didn't think it was right...
What happens to pain
that never dissolves...
Silence fills the void of my existence,
Intruding upon others’ fragile lives...
Moon,
watch over me...