Letters used to pour out of fingertips
The way that blood pours out from open veins,
But now I stare blankly and bite my lips.
Still, I question why I craved such a pain.
Maybe I did not deserve to feel love,
Or anything besides the dull numbness.
Perhaps those I love who are now above
Disagree, wishing me to cease this mess
I have created and remained in to
This very day. I guess I'll never know.
I have so much I have to learn, to do,
To live the life I didn't think I'd grow
Into after failing to leave this Earth.
I guess this want to live is a rebirth.