you.

you wonder if you will ever feel alive again;

like waves in an endless ocean,

but blue turns to black,

endless becomes ending,

and you are numb. 

you feel as though life is a sick game;

like toes gliding through sand,

but gliding becomes falling

and the sand is shards of glass.

 

me.

I need to feel like I am wanted;

like thumbs grazing plump lips,

but pink turns to white,

my lips are chapped,

and the thumb belongs to me.

I want to feel confident;

like dancing the night away,

but I stumble and fall

and someone will always be better.

 

us. 

we force ourselves to be people we are not;

like going to parties to get wasted,

but the music becomes fuzzy,

our vision starts to blur,

and no one cares who we are.

we want to feel on top of the world;

like birds gliding through an open sky,

but our wings are broken

and the wind is pushing us back.

 

them. 

they don’t feel happy anymore;

like running through an open field,

but the weeds are burnt,

the breeze has ceased,

and there is no air left in their lungs.

they want to feel like kids again;

like writing countless stories,

but skipping rocks becomes writer's block

and the ink from their pen has run out.

 

everyone.

we crave unconditional love;

like a cool breeze cradling our bodies,

but the air is sharp

cradling becomes abandonment 

and goosebumps coat our skin.

we want to know the secrets of the universe;

like whispers in an empty grave,

but whispers turn to screams

and we are all buried alive.