Water my wilting leaves please
Give me chance in this madness
Push me to remission
I live at the cost of sanity
Tranquility is a stranger
The rhythm of my heart is far out of tune
My brain will never know the reckoning of balance
I am an imposition by the breath I breathe
Im a little too much to consume
Can an erosion ever be prevented
Preserve my brain
Fix my errors with age for I am far to weary
I will never be pristine
-I wrote this poem when I was at THE lowest point of my life. Yet I fought, and still fight for the life I deserve. There is light at the end of my tunnel I am sure of it-
