If I Could by Phillip Lane
a heavy despair collects in my stomach, a burdensome weight on my shattered heart,
anguish fills me as i realize that my reasons to live are so very far from me, and i have nothing good with me here,
the distant tomorrow when i can feel alive again is such a fragile hope that it collapses beneath me,
i float down into the depths, twisting on the jagged edge of my sanity, tumbling towards oblivion,
and i would cry if i could.