me-and the rest

i just hope you like it

I’m making wishes like I breathe

And throwing hushes as I leave

I think of home, where nothings reliable

So I spend my time reading all my Bibles

I put my time in things that don’t matter

I’m crazier than the mad hatter

I need help more than air

I’m seeing things everywhere

I won’t admit to my insanity

But yet my cry for help is on my vanity

I want to be happy

But you’re making it hard

I know I can do it, smile and stuff

And you don’t know I’m not so tough

How do I tell them?

I can’t

Think

Breathe

Eat

Wish

Pray

Hold on to this thread called strength any more

And do you really expect

For me to be the best

When I’m so…broken?

Author's Note

my emotions come out...but i keep my self in