Scattered Storm

Approach, appear.

‘Cause this house don’t feel like home.

Hold on, Hold on to me.

‘Cause I’m a little Unsteady, a little Unsteady.

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I have promised myself,

That I wouldn’t let go.

But this storm it rages on within me,

And I find myself faltering at its depth,

Its struggle,

Its power.

Secrets are locked behind my lips,

A voice to the voiceless that can’t bear to be

Seen… let alone heard.

Suicidality grips me like a shadow,

Playful images of death swirl through my mind,

The gusts are stronger than myself,

Yet in reality,

I haven’t moved an inch.

If you love me, Don’t let go.

I’ve promised myself,

I wouldn’t let go.

Yet how deeply a part of me wishes

To be free.

A little Unsteady

Struggle Lane,

Mixing with Kill Yourself Road,

Mixing with Scratch Street,

All of them–forming a blur.

Hold, Hold onto me. ‘Cause I’m a little Unsteady. A little Unsteady

The clouds are gathering in the sky,

And I lack the breath within my soul

To get up and move away

From the torrential downpour that

Threatens to break loose.

Soon, the rain is falling

And I am soaking from its pull,

I am falling to my knees

And the storm,

The storm carries on.

I’m a little Unsteady. A little Unsteady

I itch to let go,

And here I remain.

The permanency of suicide frightens me,

I only wish for a small break.

B r e A K i n g and Cr a   c k   i n g inside.

I’m just a little Unsteady. A little Unsteady.

The war isn’t over.

I’ve lost myself mid-battle.

Death reeks of a stench that cannot be forgotten,

Life unfurls with a beauty that cannot be replaced.

If you love me, don’t let go.

How do I take a break, when every action seems so trivial?

Wasted, to the edge of the curb.

Here I stay.

Holding on.

Shaking and bent,

Yet,

Hold on, Hold on to me.

‘Cause I’m a little Unsteady, a little Unsteady.