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This is a cry for help.

my sadness,

my addiction,

my worst nightmare that I have dawned upon myself.

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Help me find the way out,

from this dark pit I have laid myself in.

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A cry for a hand,

your hand to reach out.

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Providing love,

guiding me to the light at the end of the tunnel.

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Because I fear if not,

I may be nevermore.

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A purple shadow,

brushes over coined eyes.

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I can’t love myself anymore,

not if you are not with me anymore.

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There’s no getting back,

when I treat you so unkindly.

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Digging myself into addiction,

into self-destruction.

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White lines skimming my face,

I find myself in desperation’s place.

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Placing you into a fragile house of glass,

not knowing where the next stone may fall.

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Drifting away from the one thing I love,

consumed by this self-pitying loathe.

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Demised by emotional suppression,

I told the lie that desolation was my path.

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Here the script lies,

over the door of hell,

writ small.

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I cry for help,

pull me away from these dark currents,

help me find the light at the surface.

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For evermore,

we can be more.