schizo

One breath at a time – just breathe;
hiding my silver-glitter tears with a hand as
fine as a broken nose.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBlood and pain
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIis even less than you think
but you know, sometimes it makes
my whole life.IIIIIIIII{better}

They told me when I was bittersweet-ly young,
with an ocean-wide imagination and feet
that tripped over everything (and nothing) –
that life was harder than I'd ever know.
They told me to be grateful for the
amazing life I lead.IIIIIIIIIIIII(hmm, let's count
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy smiles, shall we?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIoh no, not the fake ones, stupid.)

I told them I saw shadows in the corners
and that they scared me.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIMummy, why won't the shadows
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIleave me alone?
And they turned their backs and
told me I was imagining things.
I'd grow out of it.IIIIII{oh, I wish}

I see you now, you with the black soul,
IIIIIIIIIIIyou have a shadow soul like the silly
IIIIIIIIIIIfantasies from my childhood.
And I crumble like a stale biscuit
with claws for hands – yeah, you
thought I crumbled but then I
stood back up and swiped your face in half.

Who am I kidding?
I crumbled.

And those claws for hands –
I scratched myself up with them instead
as you looked on in glee,
you monster, you sick – you sick…
Oh, help me.

Silly me, of course you won't help,
you shadow –
IIIIIIIIIIIover the edge, I go!