Rest your head upon my fragile shoulder,
Let my bones be your tired pillars.
Craving death, it's nothing new
You always tell me of your ache to bleed
Your soul has been starved
This injustice that is life is the darkness
That creeps up the walls as the sun sets at night.
Your dissatisfaction is the epitomy of everything
You've ever dreamed of collapsing
Distress overwhelms your being
Rejection has become a fine wine
Tilting the glass so the beverage merely splashes
Against your stiff smile
Lines have formed between your furrowed brows
Run my calloused fingertips across them
Attempt to erase them
But your solemn glare at the world remains cemented
"Life is tough," they say, "but you're tougher"
Unfortunately, you are the living proof that this is not true.
I know this because you are me
I am exasperated, life is excruciating
I get up to see another day, this life is not over yet.