More to me

Love me and let me die.

My girl pride cries out like a bleeding scrape on the knee.

Teetering back and forth -

yes or no.

Shall I stay or shall I go.

A never-ending void of past mishaps and misfortunes.

They hold me down -

breathe from me.

A scavenger on the back of a whale.

My skin dries old and flakes around the edges.

A smile -

half knowing -

half cracked -

does a balancing act on my face.

Tip toes through the madness that may go forever.

Tip toes through my madness, and I follow ever so silently.

Ill thoughts circle their way around my maddened mind.

Happy and sad.

Happy and sad.

Someone help I think I'm mad.

I cried a long time ago under lights.

Thoughtlessness and restlessness soldiering it out on the pages of life.

My life.

Useless life.

But through a crack almost unseen, I see light.

A clearing of green never mores and flying bats.

I live in a crack.

Small wondrous crack that has become me.

My fingers creep through but all else remains.

My fingertips live for me as the rest is sheltered in the shadows.

Writhing in the pain.

Love me, then let me die.

These words of never more,

shall never,

and will never,

be more.