Eroding

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-