Have I ever wished

to dive into a ravine?

I would have said no.

I'm forced to say yes.

What were once my sweetest dreams

crash upon the rocks.

Drain the mania;

my thoughts plan to consume me

and all I stand for.

I fight to survive,

grapple through my weakness at

the end of the world.

It's going as planned;

forceful, like a sucker punch

or a kick to the head.

I bleed in colour

from kaleidoscope shards and

paint with my chaos.

I'm a shooting star

lost in living disorder.

Will someone catch me?