11:28 p.m.

a.m.

I've sunken again

below the surface

away from myself,

away from—

and yet I feel closer

the farther I sink.

The deeper I go,

the deeper I grow

(or so I tell myself).

It's only gonna get worse

until it starts getting better,

so I just have to wait.

I'm breathing

I'm bleeding

just to know that I'm being;

somedays it actually works

but most of the time

I end up winded,

even when I cry.