I thought I had it all together
[finally]
but it seems like I'm losing
[again].
I can't even fathom words
into rymes
to create poems.
I can't even
wish upon stars
and hope they'll do for me
what I can't.
I can't even talk to someone
asking for help.
And it's funny, that thing;
when you lose yourself
you usually lose the others,
or maybe we both fall apart,
like starts that won't shine anymore,
like dead leaves falling to the floor.
Isn't it the thing you feel
when you can't even breathe?
Your lungs go down and down,
you're into a free fall
that won't stop.
Isn't it the thing about sadness?
Doesn't it feel like you're falling?
