Fuck it, I grip the ledge again. 
I refuse to let the darkness of the pit take me whole. 
I lost sight of myself and I slipped. 
But caught wind of myself when i started to fall. 

Do better 

The four walls of my room tired of my tears too .
My pillow’s wetter. 
Than any period before in my life, 
my demons rolling the dice on who gets him. 

I remember 2017,
the first real love I had seen, 
and true happy for me, 
had once happened. 

I know that it’s something that’s attainable again, 
if i take pages and pens
and go get it. 

The hurt and the pain has grown heavy. 

Weighing my deep in my chest, 
i feel shortness of breath, 
suffocation is next, 
but i never....

Would choose to purposefully fall, 
i stand taller than tall, 
take my heart off the wall 
and start shredding. 


Everything that no longer serves me. 
Every insecurity that feeds negativity. 
Every self doubt that sews destruction. 
I plan to better my tendencies. 
And grow from them. 

So go get it.