Rise Above

I didn't die
but I'm close.
I'm grasping for air,
that's burnt and cold.

I swell up in tears
that's burning in rage
an incorrigible life
can't be replaced.

Mascara tears
run and never stop,
it feels like
acid is in every drop.

I wish I could
patch up all the holes
so bad memories that leak out
won't get exposed.

An irate soul
screams out her secrets
then hushes them up
so there's no regrets.

A greeting of horror
follows me everyday
while I'm swallowing
rainclouds of yesterday.

But all of this
never goes away
and the unleashed demons
are here to stay.

So now I'm praying
for those sinful wishes
to disappear and
grant me blessings.