i choose to melt
when i could mend
choose to welt
where i could bend
choose to cry
instead of try
to find shelter….
but if i lie here a little longer,
the bleakness will grow stronger,
then maybe it will end
i choose to sink
instead of swim
i’m on the brink
i could begin anew…
but I want to fall into the blue.
there’s so few shreds of hope
at this point within me
that i’d rather just burn them to the ground
and bin me.