Persevere

Oh my darling, 
Don’t pull your skin.
It hurts me to patch you up.
Please consider what I feel.

Every time you pull away,
I tear myself open 
And stitch my skin on your open wound,
Leave mine gaping.

A day may come when I am dead.
Blood loss reaching my brain.
And you’d be left alone, a pool of guilt.
Tearing and tearing, again and again.

Oh my darling
Learn to heal yourself.
Let not the soldiers on your body decay.
Don’t let their rot consume you, 

Let them in peace pass away.

The day may be long and the night even longer,
But I beg of you, to not deter.
Persevere, Persevere.

It is without doubt, going to get better.

If I die

If I die 

and think about what I would leave behind,

All I can see are tear tracks on invisible faces.

If I die

and think about being burned or buried,
All I know is that my soul will be in hell.

For it was me that put myself there.

It was me, that embodied pain.

Every conscious and unconscious choice

Placed my under that weight.

If I die

and think about my materials,

All I know is, they may burn with me

Or collect dust on the corner of a bookshelf

Just like they always did,

with no regard to any plea.