Without all our little ties we may fall apart

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Another Poem

This one's called Weightless I wrote it like 2-3 days ago.

I'm drowning.
under all of the layers,
of everything I'm afraid of,
the disease that lives within me,
is nothing compaired,
to the layers on the outside,
they covers me,
and weigh me down,
how could I ever dream,
when the outer layers,
nail me to the ground,
I feel like I'm caving in,
with heavy weight upon my chest,
I can barely breath,
but I'll run,
until there's nothing left,
it might be painful,
but I don't dream of being painless,
I'll run the miles,
until I become weightless.