dance in my fear

Some days

Are worse than others, and I wish

Oh how I do! that

It wasn’t so.

Some days

I revel in joy,

And abstract happiness,

Unknowing, of course. Because

There are always those

Other days, in which

I dance in my fear

I scream, not in joy

And I know,

With my sacred knowledge

Everything, nothing

Something is not right.

Emptiness fills me, so hollow and

Draining. So I must drain it

I let it out through my skin,

My wrist, and I cry

It has left behind sadness

And the fear is back.

Haunting me, hunting me

And it draws an arrow,

Aims the bow-

I am lost, unfound, unwanted, and wishing

(and crying)

And wishing to die.