My life fell apart again,
so I'm here to write it back down.
Take these words.
Spit them back at me in better sentences,
or make them knives and cut me to bits.
Just do something,
because I have been so selfish with these words: I kept them.
It's a crime punishable by sadness and regret. I got a life sentence.
I need to talk to you, only you.
I need to talk to you in the way only you can hear me;
in a way I would rather not talk to myself.
But it's not just me;
We both need these words.
Hold on to them for me.
I have to go fall.
